Mrs. Davis
Mrs. Davis

Gucci Mane - Mrs. Davis Lyrics

When love and luxury collide, Gucci Mane drops a heartfelt ode to his queen, proving that even trap gods can get all mushy about their better halves. 🌟 In "Mrs. Davis," Gucci swaps street tales for sweet nothings, praising his wife's loyalty during his… Read more

Jun 3, 2022
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Mrs. Davis Lyrics

(30 on me, I'ma cut a fool)
I been waitin' on ATL Jacob, motherfucker
30, you a fool for this motherfucker

Huh
Brr
Guwop
Yeah
Go

Happy wife, happy life, I took my own advice (huh)
I think about my wife and all that she had to sacrifice (yeah)
Real humble beginnings, now our life different
My bitch worth a half a billi', yeah, my wife different (well, damn)
So I ain't got no time for these momentary sluts (no)
I still remember visits that you made the Terre Haute (huh)
It's our anniversary, like Tony! Toni! Toné! (Tony! Toni! Toné!)
No Instagram relationships, that other shit be phony (fake as hell)
Had to buy her two rings, 'cause we got married twice (bling)
A million dollar push present 'cause she carry Ice (wow)
When I think about my life, they tried to give me life (life)
Havin' wet dreams 'bout my spouse, while I'm clutchin' on my knife
Every time we have fun, I end up with a son (Ice)
Mix the reefer with the rum, and then I make her cum
Turned the house into a home, or should I say a mansion (true)
Now we workin' on our second one 'cause ain't no second chances (true)

I was at my worst, so you deserve my best (yeah)
I treat you like a queen (queen), 'cause you deserve the best (best)
Said I'd get twenty years, she didn't break a sweat (nah)
Went from kissin' in the jail (mwah), to kissin' on a jet (vroom)
It's diamonds on her wrists (bling), it's diamonds on her neck (brr)
You showed me loyalty, so you get all my respect (bow)
Yeah, it's diamonds on your fists (bling), and diamonds on your neck (brr)
It's love and loyalty, so you get all my respect (damn)

You know you special to me, that's why you got my last name (huh)
Drop a sixty on a jet (sixty), just like Kobe last game (Kobe)
I put emeralds on your ring (emeralds), and diamonds on your bag (diamonds)
All them Hollywood love affairs, they don't never last (no)
She don't judge me on my past, I'm so glad she crossed my path (yeah)
Said the way I handle business, I remind her of her dad (dad)
Even helped to lift my spirits on them days when I was sad (sad)
Even helped to calm me down (down), on them days when I was mad (mad)
Changed your name to Mrs. Davis (Davis), and our bond is super sacred (sacred)
Let's have another baby (baby), Ice needs somebody to play with (ice)
And when I'm growin' old, I know I'll have someone to stay with (true)
These bitches might know Gucci, but it's rare if they know Radric (ooh)

We went from visits in them cages, to performin' on stages (performin')
After shows, we hit the suite, I swear the sex was so amazin' (so)
They tryna spread this narrative that we some bad parents (no)
I take care all my kids, they mamas and they grandparents (all of them)
I'm not doin' no cappin', I'm bein' honest, no comparin' (no cappin')
You know the Wop just pulled up and everybody starin' (skrr)
Hopped out three season McLaren, there go Ice parents
ATL Jacob and walk my J up, still glarin' (brr)

I was at my worst (worst), so you deserve my best (best)
I treat you like a queen (queen), 'cause you deserve the best (best)
Said I'd get twenty years, she didn't break a sweat (nah)
Went from kissin' in the jail (mwah), to kissin' on a jet (vroom)
It's diamonds on her wrists (bling), it's diamonds on her neck (brr)
You showed me loyalty, so you get all my respect (bow)
Yeah, it's diamonds on your fists (bling), and diamonds on your neck (brr)
It's love and loyalty, so you get all my respect (well, damn)

Writer(s): Radric Davis
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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What is the Meaning of Mrs. Davis?

When love and luxury collide, Gucci Mane drops a heartfelt ode to his queen, proving that even trap gods can get all mushy about their better halves. 🌟 In "Mrs. Davis," Gucci swaps street tales for sweet nothings, praising his wife's loyalty during his darkest days—from prison visits to private jets. It's a blinged-out love letter where diamonds aren't just ice; they're symbols of respect and gratitude. So if you thought romance was dead, Gucci's lavish lyrical vows might just restore your faith in marital bliss—trap style!

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