I Might Be (feat. Shawnna & The Game)

Yeah

Huh, huh, huh

Yeah

So Icey Entertainment, see your speaking

Choo-choo

Is you rollin'?

Is you rollin'?

Is you rollin'?

Is you rollin'?

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

East Atlanta slum man

Is where I come from

Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue

Now everything was gravy

'Til your bitch came in

'Bout the same time that that thang kicked in

Now she ain't really pretty

But she got a nice body

I'm geeked up thinkin'

This Buffie The Body

Ain't your name 'lil Trina

'Cause you look like Janet Jackson

I'm off three double stacks

And I'm lookin' for that action

Gucci Mane you stupid man

I love the way you flowin'

Ridin' in my drop

But I don't know where I'm goin'

On two eighty five I keep ridin' in a circle

The inside of my ride smellin' like a pound of purple

Gucci is your time give me five more minutes

And a cold orange juice

'Cause I'm really really trippin'

Went to the strip club and request that I'm da man

The next thing you know

I was throwin' rubberbands

Is you rollin'?

Is you rollin'?

Is you rollin'?

Is you rollin'?

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch, I might be Hyphy

I'm from California

And these might be Nike

Come and run up on 'em ****

I wear your size

You wear my size

I've got a Big Mac

Let's make french fries

I'm high as a plane

Pop a pill, disappear like David Blaine

Come back on a track with Gucci Mane

I got ten pills, ten hoes

Imma run a choo-choo train

All through Atlanta

My new nickname is coochie jane

I don't let them swallow

I show 'em how to use it

Man, why the tape?

My Game, he make 'em sell the Pootie Tang

You got some bad bitches

I suggest you do the same

I treat my hoes like my cars

Drop 'em than blow their drains

Wash 'em up, than blow their brains

If she swallow the whole bat and the ball

She can roll with jane

I've been a Soulja boy

****'s know the name

I'd superman that hoe

And call her Lois Lane

Is you rollin'?

Is you rollin'?

Is you rollin'?

Is you rollin'?

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Yeah, Gucci Mane the fly ****

Get your mind right

Order Cris by the twelve

Like a case of budlight

Sell a cush by a bell

So you know my shit tight

See I'm 30 in the morning

On an all night flight

I'm high like Fabo

Hood like Shawty

So tell me when to go

Like my name E-40

A rich rock star ****

I'm gonna party

Got a party pack of pills that's at least bout 40

I'll pour them in your hand like a bag of jelly beans

Take two of these pills

Call me in the morning

Fifty thousand pills

Man, I'm so real

Three dollars for a pill

That's a damn good deal

Is you rollin'?

Is you rollin'?

Is you rollin'?

Is you rollin'?

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah it's your girl Shawnna

Gucci Mane

Holla out to my coochie girls

So Icey Entertainment, yeah