Letras de My Plug Is an Alien

I am Superstar J. Quick
I present to the galaxy, Gucci Mane
So icy

I stack money like it grow off a tree
My nose up like the police told my gunners to freeze
I′m in a Chevy, it's 100 degrees (j. Quick)
But with these grown Giovanni′s it's a 100 degrees (bring the shit back)

I stack money like it grow off a tree
My nose up like the police told my gunners to freeze
I stack money like it grow off a tree
My nose up like the police told my gunners to freeze

I stack money like it grow off a tree
My nose up like the police told my gunners to freeze
Freeze!
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I stack money like it grow off a tree
My nose up like the police told my gunners to freeze (freeze)
I'm in a Chevy, it′s 100 degrees
But with these grown Giovanni′s it's a 100 degrees
Got money stashed in a box keep a hundred at least

Four old school verts cost a hundred a piece
100 bricks in the six it ain′t easy to breathe
The way these snitches telling on me its so hard to be me
I'm shitting on the industry retarded with me a toilet with me

I should have rolled the short bus ′cause it's retarded on me
I stank the booth up like a nigga just farted you see
I′m in a quarter mill car, but in the passenger's seat
I keep a top notch rev on to push the beat
And it's chinchilla pink where she resting her feet
And it′s straight interior as far you see
I got the whole Boulder Crest and East Atlanta with me (it′s Gucci)

I think my plug from Outer spaceman (spaceman)
I think my plug is an alien (an alien)
I beat the dope like a cavemen (a caveman)
I got more whips than a slaveman (a slaveman)
I'm rock on chains like a sleighman (a sleighman)
I think my plug from outer spaceman (spaceman)
I think my plug is an alien (an alien)
Because his number is so crazy man (crazy man)

I′m too high, with two twins and no top with two Glocks
Outside of my trap spot like a Benz lot
Inside of this Benz coupe, look like soup
Terminator, all red, all said, 'nough said, top′s back, seat back, I'm back, Zay track

71 air dawg and still got that eight track
Old eight vette and it′s squatting like a red
Red rag on me so, red rag on me so, red rag on me so every day a hair day
16 five every time I hear my ringtone
Money on my mind and my phone is a payphone

One stop, sell more birds than a pet shop
Glock on my hip so I guess I'm not with hip-hop
I got stones on my neck like I went home from bedrock
Push that ganja out like a hood boy with dreadlocks

Jumped in the shower, but my dunk get his rims washed
Open the brain and I got my whole hood high
Went to the mall and I got my whole hood fly
Went to the mall and I got my whole hood fly

I think my plug from outer spaceman (spaceman)
I think my plug is an alien (an alien)
I beat the dope like a cavemen (a caveman)
I rock more whips than a slaveman (a slaveman)

I'm rocking chains like a sleighman (a sleighman)
I think my plug from outer spaceman (spaceman)
I think my plug is an alien (an alien)
Because his number is so crazy, man (crazy man)

Jupiter in zone 6, Jupiter in zone 6
We got a problem
Marimortals and Earthlings are not comprehending
No understanding the intergalactic traveling
Show me to your leader

When I travel through the Stargate
I′m ready for the Star Wars
Y′all mad 'cause my plug is an alien
I′m leaving you niggas like Will Robinson
Lost in space, stuck in the Twilight Zone
You better call E.T. and phone home
Fuckin' with So Icy ENT
We′ll get you a close encounter of the third kind