Tekstovi: Gucci Mane. Everybody Looking.

{chorus}
errybody lookin
(yo-yo)
lambo's get the bitches
(mo-hoes)
stove make the cookies
(o's-o's)
hurtin these suckas feelings
(ouch-ouch)

yo yo yo come check this crazy flow
i gotta go and do this show
just where is tokio?
yo yo damn bricksquad be burnin dro
drink bur man and whitefolk wit me i got cash to blow, yo yo your nose gon grow
just like pinochio your lying that yur hot as me but that is not the truth.
oh no my left right wrist is truly extra cold. my flow sick need them extra o's, i need an extra stove, so so i'm so icy my squad run in snow. You know it and you knew before so much dough I shut down the store, hoes hoes I birdfeed these bitches like they like were crows, i pull the totum pole out and leave them bitches swole.

{chorus}
errybody lookin
(yo-yo)
lambo's get the bitches
(mo-hoes)
stove make the cookies
(o's-o's)
hurtin these suckas feelings
(ouch-ouch)

space age, what you though? what you think i say? I make money different ways give banks through the day. Hey hey damn I paved my way I payed my way I used to sell alot of yay I moved a key a day. Wait wait way way way way back in the day I ran the A me an my who 2 shotguns and a k now im gettin that stupid cake I'll put you to sleep like change the slate. Then throw big faces friday in your face right in front the place. One day you might get some money maybe 12 bars if you pay me
scuse me girl you want some babys? Gucci you can't have my babys
one day imma go to magic city see some ass titties scur some shrim and sip some liquer all these bitches fuckin with me.

{chorus}
errybody lookin
(yo-yo)
lambo's get the bitches
(mo-hoes)
stove make the cookies
(o's-o's)
hurtin these suckas feelings
(ouch-ouch)

Goddamn Gucci Mane just bought another lamb, chevy with the crazy cam I pull over with that stoopid slam. Yeaa plus I got all this jewelry on flexin like im serious jones bubba kush still my cologne. Word up? Bricksquad put your birds up. You aint never heard nothing if you never heard of us. Blood cuz run to you, you can't rep no mo, matter you can't breath no more. Blow so hard that there is nothing left for sure. What? I'm royalty like King Tut. Got someone to introduce you to baby dats deez nutz plus I wouldnt give a flying fuck bout none of that shit you fuss about. I fly them in them bus em out theres nothing left to talk about..


{chorus}
errybody lookin
(yo-yo)
lambo's get the bitches
(mo-hoes)
stove make the cookies
(o's-o's)
hurtin these suckas feelings
(ouch-ouch)


(Thanks to Ayo for these lyrics)