@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
At least A M
(Mike WiLL Made It)
(Zaytoven)
I'm a walkin' lick, I look like a robbery
You niggas ain't mobbin', you know you got a problem
You niggas ain't legit, see Gucci with the shit
You keep on talkin' slick then I'ma go and get the stick
Gutta as it get, still the talkin' brick
Used to have them '96 Impalas sittin' on blades chopped
And that was '96, they treat me like a prince
When I was behind the fence you was actin' like a bitch
So I might slap you like a pimp, my chef is cookin' shrimp
The haters tryna' knock me off my throne
But they can't do it it's like the thirtieth attempt
And you look like a wimp, and I don't even associate with niggas
Who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
I love the letter M, Gucci Mane a G
I'm from BC, Bouldercrest and I be skrapped up to the T
I used to have them P's, I got 'em from AZ
And I used to pay like one for 'em sell 'em for the three
RIP to E
How you let a nigga in a motherfuckin' wheelchair beat you to the cheese
You deserve a D
Y'all ain't really flunk but you punks gettin' a lil' money but ain't get money like me
I'm steady pushin' three
Or you can call it H, but ain't no need to call me unless you got ninety G's
I'm tryna' make a B
You tryna' make a play but get the fuck up out my face cause nigga you the F.E.D.'s
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
I mean like, what I need a nigga around me whose associates don't have at least a M
You ain't got to be rich to talk to Gucci, but you gotta' be part of somethin'
So you mean to tell me your daddy, your momma, your brother, your partner
Ain't nobody gettin' no money?
So everybody around you broke? (hahaha)
Nah, I ain't fuckin' with that man (oh hell no)
Nah for real, I'm with you Gucc'
I thought, you know I thought your uncle or somethin' played for the Hawks
Don't nobody play no pro ball or nothin'? Ain't nobody got nothin'?
Oh shit my phone's ringin', this gotta' be some money right here (hello?)
M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
(Mike WiLL Made It)
(Zaytoven)
I'm a walkin' lick, I look like a robbery
You niggas ain't mobbin', you know you got a problem
You niggas ain't legit, see Gucci with the shit
You keep on talkin' slick then I'ma go and get the stick
Gutta as it get, still the talkin' brick
Used to have them '96 Impalas sittin' on blades chopped
And that was '96, they treat me like a prince
When I was behind the fence you was actin' like a bitch
So I might slap you like a pimp, my chef is cookin' shrimp
The haters tryna' knock me off my throne
But they can't do it it's like the thirtieth attempt
And you look like a wimp, and I don't even associate with niggas
Who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
I love the letter M, Gucci Mane a G
I'm from BC, Bouldercrest and I be skrapped up to the T
I used to have them P's, I got 'em from AZ
And I used to pay like one for 'em sell 'em for the three
RIP to E
How you let a nigga in a motherfuckin' wheelchair beat you to the cheese
You deserve a D
Y'all ain't really flunk but you punks gettin' a lil' money but ain't get money like me
I'm steady pushin' three
Or you can call it H, but ain't no need to call me unless you got ninety G's
I'm tryna' make a B
You tryna' make a play but get the fuck up out my face cause nigga you the F.E.D.'s
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
I mean like, what I need a nigga around me whose associates don't have at least a M
You ain't got to be rich to talk to Gucci, but you gotta' be part of somethin'
So you mean to tell me your daddy, your momma, your brother, your partner
Ain't nobody gettin' no money?
So everybody around you broke? (hahaha)
Nah, I ain't fuckin' with that man (oh hell no)
Nah for real, I'm with you Gucc'
I thought, you know I thought your uncle or somethin' played for the Hawks
Don't nobody play no pro ball or nothin'? Ain't nobody got nothin'?
Oh shit my phone's ringin', this gotta' be some money right here (hello?)
M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
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At Least a M Lyrics as written by Michael Len Williams Radric Delantic Davis
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