Artist: Gucci Mane f/ Bun B
Album:  The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted
Song:   Little Friend
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Intro: imitating "Scarface"]
Okay! (Yeah) Fuck it, I don't care
(The Appeal!)
When I fuckin came to this fuckin country
All I had was a dollar and a dream
(Fuckin dollar and a dream)

[Gucci Mane]
We need more Rose, my bitches gettin thristy
My words like New Year's, Christmas came early (burr)
Got these bitches earlin, my earring's perfect (bleah)
My left pinky finger rollin like George Gervin
My name ain't Earvin, but call me Magic
Abra cadabra, top off the Phathom
458 Italia, first in the states (vroom)
Out of town plates, just to make it look great
I need a haircut, plus a car wash
I get out the car and they take they bras off (wowww)
See I fought the law, and the fuckin law won
Came back on appeal, want a new outcome
Overload your eardrum, here it, here it come (here it come)
Income to income, go and get you some
Say bye to the bad guy, wave bye to the bad guy
Gucci Mane the bad guy, yes I'm the bad guy
Wave bye to the bad guy

[Chorus]
I came to this country with a dollar and a dream
and a chopper and a team full of killers - what'chu mean?
I'ma bad guy, a bad guy from start 'til the end
Say hello to my little friend (hello to my little friend)
I coulda been a doctor, I shoulda been a lawyer
I go to court so much I coulda been my own employer
(Gucci~!) I'ma die a dope boy, always been a hustler
Started off custom now (say hello to my little friend)

[Bun B]
I sit back in the big 'llac with a six-pack in the trunk
Boppers lick that while I roll a big fat nickel full of skunk
So get back where your clique at got that click-click for the funk
And them big racks where yo' shit at nigga you look like a punk
You say you fin' to do nigga go on 'head and do it then
You say you fin' to chop it up well go on +Screw+ it then
You say that you the big man well where you belly?
The peanuts got that butter, let me see you work your jelly
Just like I thought, nigga you look like a clown
Take the red ball off your nose bitch and sit yo' ass down
Rainbow wiggin it, hoe I ain't diggin it
Bottles of Circo hoe we gulp and we ain't swiggin it
This game full of pussies I'm puttin my dick in it
Bootin you bitches out the game, we ain't kickin it
Middle fingers up hoe you know where I'm stickin it
Me and Gucci brickin it while you niggaz keep knickin it

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
I got sixty racks layin on the floor in Magic City
Like Samuel L. Jackson I think it's time for killin
I touched his wife titty and the nigga started trippin
That ain't proper etiquette, but see the bitch strippin
AR-15 whipped his ass into pieces
Don't get it twisted think it's all about the pieces
and all about the bracelets, I'm still fightin cases
10 thousand for the glasses, diamonds in they faces (burr)
Your own blood taste it, we stomp you 'til you're tasteless
My t-shirt ain't tailored, you read what it said bitch
Brick Squad boss man, off with your head bitch
Run for the exit, they shootin inside here
Parking lot gun fight bodies outside here
Police best bet come with the riot gear
Soldiers down to die here, moved to America
Dollar and a dream and a {?} pitbull{?} terrier

[Chorus]

[Outro: imitating "Scarface"]
Okay~! I'm fuckin reloaded, it's Gucci, hah
Darkchild, burr!!
I came to this fuckin country (hah?)
Dollar and a dream
I'ma get my respect
Okay~! Burr, you wanna play with me ah?
Well say hello to my little friend

[Chorus]