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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Zaytoven
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci (Yeah)
Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the- (Wop)
Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci Guwop, oh, the Gucci (Wop)
(Hah, Gucci)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
God keep coverin’ me with drip, I think he tryna smother me (On God)
They stopped me at the border, had too many felonies
I’m splashin’, I ain’t even drippin’ (Splashin’)
Laughin’, I ain’t even trippin’ (Haha)
I’m crashin’, I ain’t even dissin’ (Crash)
Heard you drop some, I ain’t even listen
No one realer, triller, street gorilla
I pull up like Chauncey Billups
Nigga don’t gas me, I don’t need a fill up
Pick her up and make her suck my dick ’til she hiccup
Wop lookin’ slim like a bicycle rim
But he’s bank obese, and his pockets on chubby
He’ll play head coach just like Lovie
Thuggin’ in public, these hoes love it
I double and triple, quadruple your budget
Baseball money like David Justice (Money)
Whole load sold, I ain’t even touched it (It’s sold)
Own our own kush, damn the room so musty
Most of you rappers all style, no substance
Big ol’ rocks on, they disgustin’
Niggas talk but never touch me (Nah)
Broke haters can’t tell me nothin’

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Fuck ’em (Woo, woo, woo, who?)
Yeah, this that Meek Mill, Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
Y’all niggas swingin’ through F&Ns
They gon’ come right back to you like a boomerang (Brrr)
Louis and Saint Laurent drip (Drip)
Pimp on these bitches like Pootie Tang (Pimpin’)
He wanna be ’bout that bitch
But we all fuckin’ her, so he don’t know who to blame
She wanna check from me, uh (Check)
She gotta check for me, uh (Check)
Fuckin’ the two baddest bitches off Instagram, they on that ecstasy (Aw, hey)
Hey, diamonds like Voss, and I got the sauce, I mix up the recipe (Woah)
‘Fore all this rappin’ shit, I was a trapper, the plug gon’ invest in me (Woah)
Jumped out the porch, I got a Porsche
Too many hitters, they can’t extort
I take a mil’ to table, no fork
Then split it up with my dawg like divorce
They shot at us, it was by force
We shot at them, they went to court
I don’t wan’ be with these niggas no more
I can’t even be with these niggas no more
Shorty said she only fuck trappers (Trappers)
End up fuckin’ with a rapper (For real?)
Damn, bitch, how you goin’ backwards? (Damn)
Diamonds on froze like Alaska (Freezin’)
That ain’t even none of my bidness (Bidness)
Put your face down and your ass up (Back down)
I am preachin’ to you like the pastor
I’ma keep runnin’ these bands up (Yeah)

[Bridge: Gucci Mane & Meek Mill]
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
All these diamonds on me make me handsome
Shawty fuckin’ on me like a dancer
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Went from a trapper to rapper
Damn, bitch, how you goin’ backwards? (Hah)

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Wow, I thought I was proud of you, but I take it back
You know what I’m saying?
Where your whips at? Where your titles at? Huh?
Where your shooters at?
Thought you had a plug, but you had a scrub
Damn

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Please don’t hit me in my DM
Promise that my BM gonna slide when she see ’em
I know she gonna see ’em ’cause I’m defa finna show her
Take her to the culprit then I take her to the store (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just like my personal space, got a circular waist
Pull my shirt when she work, work, work, work, work
If you work in my space, better keep that shit ‘fessional
I don’t like to be bothered when I work, work, work, work
Please leave me the fuck alone, new fiancée, that’s my cologne
Doin’ too much and sayin’ too much, that’s how y’all ass end up alone
I’ma just pimp off, you a send-off, I don’t really ever like to get involved
Got a baby, got a house, got in-laws, go and kick rocks

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

[Verse 2: Joey Purp (Chance the Rapper)]
Okay, don’t mind if it don’t pay me, it ain’t my biz
How you gon’ raise yo’ voice?
Gon’ raise yo’ money, won’t raise yo’ kids? (What?)
Bad little bitty in the city that I’m in (Yeah)
When I go and travel, I might have to take her with
She said, “How the car stop but the rims don’t?”
Ain’t wanna leave but I had to go, like Trey Songz
I was 18 with a ’98 (Yup) sellin’ 28s
Now I’m 25 sellin’ 16s (Yup), it’s a hunnid ways
My new girl a freak, she my type, she unique
Make her sang when we bang, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Tell my ex it’s a dub, that’s a wop, that’s unlikely
Put a bustdown of my wifey, like Gucci Mane, so icy

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I need a bitch that can pull me a bitch
Or turn a trick, or better yet, turn me on to a lick
I hope to know she a ho, who, who ain’t scared of this shit
I hope to know without a pimp, she a regular bitch
I give her gang for every situation, have her infatuated
I got the gift of gab, and the conversation who’s the nation
I need a couple more to expect Gucci’s operation
The one Matroppa Rapper, pimpin is my ocupation
So stop all that hezatation, all that procrastonation
Cooperation leads to indulging and fornacation
So Fruit, you say you love me, but bitch, I love the loot
I coppin blow, I’m in persute of a new prostitute

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse2: Fruity]
What you know about a ass shaking, money making nigga
Break a bitch, on some pimp shit, call me a pimp bitch
A surtified man, ? these hoes?
Tell him bring my money back, sure my shits in tackt, bitch
I say these bitches dreams, tell these hoes they on my team
A ? lookin ho, just done with ? skeem
Let me tell all you niggas a lil something bout me
I’m well trained, I’m off the chain, nigga, I ain’t ?

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 3: Fruty]
Some bitches talk the talk, but I be walking the walk
My nigga Gucci round M up, and I make sure they trick off
Dolo might, but I will, fuck you ? the ticket, pay yo meal
Some bitches need X, but my pussy be red and wet
Got so much game, guess you can say I’m a poetic pimp
VIP type bitch, I strut, fuck a limp
Niggas eyes be romen, when they see me pass
They wanna grab on this ass, I’m straight dropping for cash
? place a pillo under my knees?
Sippin and slerppin and spit
Hit a split and and slow ride yo dick, when I’m turnin tricks
All for the love of the straight drop clique
My nigga, all for the love of the straight drop clique

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m ? quick?
I’m tryna knock numbers like Tedd Turner
No super station, but I’m Gucci Mane, they super hating
Traid ? we ever traid, they coppying and duplecating
Coppywrite, cause ? fight
How I write it, they could never resite it, cause they never see it
Doing all that screaming on the mic don’t mean they really mean it
Elll you the truth, I leave the buth, I’m selling Yay
? so hard, I got ? 2 times a day
30 days, I just got out, and I surve 30 Js
Before I blaze, gotta have a blunt to ?
? the cheese, Imma find a way
It’s like I’m searching for a neadal in a stack of hey
The streets relate to these actual facts I’m kicking
I’m going hard, like that crack we cook in the kitchen
And every nigga I roll with a thug nigga
And every nigga in my clique sellin drugs nigga
[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 2: Peter Man]
I seen the ? bruh
Baddest like hoes? bruh
That shit for show bruh
Hold it, hold it, but ? bruh
? they talking bout some code, bruh
Never nothing too much for me, I got ?
They ain’t like it, I ain’t like it, but still I showed up
I done been broke, and I done broke them up
? money, niggas talking bout?
And I’m a slick nigga, ?
Nigga, tell you the truth, youa’ll be actin like yo making it up
You niggas scared, bruh
Think Imma reach inside my coat, and make m lay on the table

[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
? fresh as hell, nigga pain, I bring it
Dope slanging, keep that shit in my anus
There go 12, so I go, ?
Missed the kid ? saying get away from my stove
Fuck that ? motherfucker, I got too much blow
I gotta get off every ? what I perchised it for
I need a bag full of money, countin 50s and hundreds
I’m in this hallway, ? tryna get to this money
You think I’m funny, I ain’t laughing ? my Chetter?
Making dope transactions in the middle of traffic
I got a ? spinning 50, every goddamb hour
Making glass out of powder, I might sell you some flower
[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Intro]
I can’t sleep I’m of that Caine 4x

[Hook]
Booted up Booted up Booted up
Like I’ve been shooting up
Fuck on that bitch she rooted up
Choppa bust your brain
I can’t even sleep I’m on that Caine yah
I just wanna die in new Balmain
We is not the same
Swear that by name
I ain’t even sane yah
Swear that by name
Swear that by name

[Verse]
High as fuck with my Woadies
Yeah they geekin
Your bitch on my dick sneaking
Like she sneaking
Yah Watch out for these niggas
Yeah the creepin’
Fuck right on that bitch
Oh yeah she squeezin’
Yah Yah Ice Cream with no bottle
Like I’m Gucci Mane man I fuck model
Man I fuck your bitch
She gone swallow, She gone swallow

[Bridge]
When I close my eyes
All see demons
All I see people
Yeah, that they dead
I can not brag
Yeah I get the bag
Then I Give back

[Pre-Chorus]
*Vocal Harmonisation*

[Hook]
Booted up Booted up Booted up
Like I’ve been shooting up
Fuck on that bitch she rooted up
Choppa bust your brain
I can’t even sleep I’m on that Caine yah
I just wanna die in new Balmain
We is not the same
Swear that by name
I ain’t even sane yah
Swear that by name
Swear that by name

[Outro]
Booted up 34x
I can’t even sleep
I’m on that Caine Yah
Booted up 40x

(feat. Gucci Mane & 21 Savage)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
East Atlanta Day
We don’t fuck with 12, nigga
East Atlanta Day
Nigga, East Atlanta Day

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day
It’s a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
30’s on the truck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I’ma make them put it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga, we don’t give a fuck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Where ya from? Throw it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Walking through my hood, looking like a hundred bricks
I got all this ice on me, shouldn’t even brought out all this shit
It’s Zaytoven and C-Note and Big Gucci in this bitch
Nigga put his hands on me I’m goin’ stupid in this bitch
Eight-figure Gucci and I’m lookin’ like the shit
I got so much cash right now, don’t know what to with all this shit
Yo girlfriend lookin’ at me like a groupie in this bitch
So I’m boutta shoot my shot, I feel like Cupid in this bitch
This for Edgewood, this for Kirkwood, I brought Glenwood in this bitch
Got me feeling like a young nigga, might pull up with the stick
Two hundred thousand dollar watch, I look just like a lick
And the way lil’ mama switchin’ you can tell she from the 6

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day (Brr!)
It’s a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Drop top Chevelle, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I’ma give them hell, nigga, East Atlanta Day
We don’t fuck with 12, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga, East Atlanta Day, nigga, East Atlanta Day

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
21 and PDE, that’s the East Atlanta gang, (Gang)
I shot a lot of niggas with this East Atlanta ‘K (21)
I robbed a lot of niggas in North Atlanta for their yay, (Facts)
They didn’t get no skraightening, but they feel some type of way
Drop down, broad day, niggas that Zone 6 shit, (Yeah)
We ain’t shoot nothin’ but them sticks, (Yeah)
Hit his car so many times, it did a backflip (Yeah)
I ain’t got nun for a bitch, but a fat dick (21)
Leave a nigga with a fat lip, yeah
Chains on me blingin’ ho
Fucked yo baby momma, yo kid’s Pampers need some changing ho (21)
All I hang around is drug dealers, killas, bangin’ ho (21)
We run East Atlanta, dare you think we don’t come skraightenin’ ho

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day (Brr!)
It’s a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
30’s on the truck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I’ma make them put it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga, we don’t give a fuck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Where ya from? Throw it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Drop top Chevelle, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I’ma give them hell, nigga, East Atlanta Day
We don’t fuck with 12, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga, East Atlanta Day, nigga, East Atlanta Day

(feat. Ryan Bedard)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
And she’s like, “Can you undo my bra strap?”
I try to play it cool, in my head I’m like, “Aw yeah!”
Then she’s like “I’m tired” and I’m like “Aw, man”
I was ’bout to crush the coochie like a tall can (Yeah)
Cause my girl’s thick (thick!), she got a booty mane
And a big old belly looking like Gucci Mane
I keep my jewelry on, she love my dookie chain
Cause guess what! (what?) That’s my boo boo thang. (who?)
My boo boo thang. (who?) My boo boo thang
She get too comfortable, bathroom door open when she boo boo-ing
I whisper in her ear, “Are you awake?”
Kissed her on her neck, said “Good night. You my babe.”

[Chorus: Ryan Bedard]
Every time I go to sleep
I wish that you were next to me
Two people that were meant to be
Under the sheets
I’m spooning you, you’re spooning
Every time I go to sleep
I wish that you were next to me
Two people that were meant to be
Under the sheets
I’m spooning you, you’re spooning me

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Me and you, let’s get lost in these bed sheets
At the very least press my D against your left cheek
She said Fifty Shades of Grey was the best read
I’m more of a Giving Tree type of guy, Shel Silverstein (He’s awesome)
She keeps talking, might as well be in a seminar
I’m stuck, completely numb in my left arm
Her knees are bony, I need my homies
And that sounds weird, but I need my homies. (YUP)
You watched ahead on the fourth season of Game of Thrones? (Aw hell nah!)
I hold that against you (hmm mm!)
I want to forgive you, but inside I’m resentful
With your lame claims that we had different schedules! (we didn’t!)
I’ve seen your Netflix queues, you’re busted!
Can I even trust you, do you even know what love is?!
She put her hand on my D and started to rub it
All a sudden I succumb, say “Fuck it” and then busted (sleep tight)

[Chorus: Ryan Bedard]
Every time I go to sleep
I wish that you were next to me
Two people that were meant to be
Under the sheets
I’m spooning you, you’re spooning
Every time I go to sleep
I wish that you were next to me
Two people that were meant to be
Under the sheets
I’m spooning you, you’re spooning me

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
Don’t trip girl, you know I got you
Let’s take it all off, no costumes
See I’m a man, but every now and then in bed I know when to say: “Alright, it’s my turn to be the small spoon.”
But tonight, I put my hands around your waist
Feel those little prickly hairs that you missed shaving your legs and say, “Good night my love, it’s been one hell of a day.”
And you reply, “I’m sleeping… space”

[Outro: Macklemore]
Every time I go to sleep
I wish that you were next to me
Two people that were meant to be
Under the sheets
I’m spooning you, you’re spooning me
Spoon me
2015
*Laughing*

(feat. Rico Love)

[Intro: Rico Love]
Yeah
Everybody get down
Shy
Turn the lights on

[Verse 1: Junglepussy]
Rollin’ with the punch
Thighs thick as [?]
Pussy never fuckin’ like a song
If your blunts be fuckin’ light ’em up
It’s goin’ on about a couple months
You know that I need it more than once
But I will repeat it more than once
Gotta beat it up until I hush
Gotta hear me out, my needs and wants
You can fill it out, my weave, my bundles
Pack me for your lunch then eat it up
You know that I keep it heated up
Fantasies are great if they tropical
Frontin’ on me is what you not gon’ do
Bitches on my body, so optical
I go with your love if it is logical (so crazy!)

[Chorus: Rico Love]
You about to make me tear this club up
Somebody tell the DJ that I love her
(Come let that nigga know that I’m)
And I’m willin’ to die ’bout this pussy, man
‘Bout to change my life up like I’m Gucci Mane
Everybody get down
You about to make me tear this club up
You about to make me tear this club up
Everybody get down
You about to make me tear this club up
You about to make me tear this club up

[Verse 2: Junglepussy]
Back up, back up, back up
Let me see it, let me breathe
Burnin’ trees, baby, feel the breeze
Don’t talk to me unless you talkin’ cheese (checks, accounts)
Overseas wanna see JP, gotta pay the fee
Call me if you horny, it’s alright (right, right, right)
You need me and I’m on the next flight (flight, flight, flight)
All of this for you, I keep it tight (tight, tight)
Diggin’ in my mind, what you gon’ find
I’m the kinda chick you see in your dreams
I’m the kinda chick to keep the grass green
This is type of night that [?]
This shit look like it could be real thing
The type of feelings make a nigga wanna sing (oh, baby!)
They probably [?]

[Chorus: Rico Love]
You about to make me tear this club up
Somebody tell the DJ that I love her
(Come let that nigga know that I’m)
And I’m willin’ to die ’bout this pussy, man
‘Bout to change my life up like I’m Gucci Mane
Everybody get down
You about to make me tear this club up
You about to make me tear this club up
Everybody get down
You about to make me tear this club up
You about to make me tear this club up

(feat. 2 Chainz)

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yuh
Huh? Lil Pump, Lil Pump!
2-17 on the track man!

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch, it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain, iced out ring
Yeah, I feel like Gucci Mane, diamonds Aquafina, rain
I could pay your bitch a trip, Maseratis at the crib
She just love the way I drip, only wear designer kicks
Ayy, ayy, iced out chain, I’m a walkin’ Brinks truck
Keep my thang tucked, if I bust you better stay ducked
Dropped out 9th grade, dropped out straight to the Milwaukee Bucks
Could’ve been at Harvard servin’ juugs, but I don’t give a fuck

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch, it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Deuces
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, freezin’ (ice freezin’)
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, sneezin’ (achoo, sneezin’)
4, 5, 6 on (4, 5, 6 on)
Neck on freon (neck on freon)
Yellow like I peed on (yellow like I peed on)
I don’t fuck with peons (peons)
Primetime, Deion
What’s up, Lil Pump? (What’s up, Lil Pump?)
12 gauge, lil’ pump (lil’, lil’ pump)
Get money, rule one (rule one)
Lil’ waist, big butt (big butt)
I like the way it sit up (sit up)
You ain’t really gettin’ money (what?)
Put that lil’ shit up (hah, lil’ shit up)
I make ’em open stores (yeah)
I make ’em close the store (yeah)
I’m in the Gucci store (what?)
I’m ’bout to overdose (huh)
Pockets on overload
I never sold my soul
What you want me to turn it on?
I got the remote control

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch, it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Outro: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Dimitri, Mike and Gucci

[Verse 1]
Laying on the front line, vibing to the bass drums
Sipping on a 40
And someone’s on the rooftop, lighting up like Snoop Dogg
And it’s only Tuesday
I just wanna have a good time in the city shine lights, baby, baby
I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else
I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else

[Chorus]
We don’t have to wake up ’cause we didn’t sleep
I still got a full cup of that Hennessy
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life
5AM and we still feeling reckless
Piled up in the whip getting breakfast
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life

[Post-Chorus]
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I just wanna show you how to win, let me coach ya
I’m just tryna train ya, baby, turn you to my soldier
Tryna help you prosper, I’m a trap prophet
You know they really poppin’, they don’t really got it
I just wanna see you shop, shop ’til you drop
Pull out with the title top, drop out the lot
She don’t wanna leave the Wop, she know the night good
So watch the plot thick, so does Gucci’s heart thick

[Chorus]
We don’t have to wake up ’cause we didn’t sleep
I still got a full cup of that Hennessy
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life
5AM and we still feeling reckless
Piled up in the whip getting breakfast
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life

[Post-Chorus]
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life

[Bridge]
I just wanna have a good time in the city shine lights, baby, baby
I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else
I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else

[Chorus]
We don’t have to wake up ’cause we didn’t sleep
I still got a full cup of that Hennessy
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life
5AM and we still feeling reckless
Piled up in the whip getting breakfast
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life

[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane?
Shot a pussy nigga in his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Lil Pump, Guwop*

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
(Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in the picture, Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty bitch, with a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail (jail)
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 3: French Montana]
(Haaan, Montana!)
Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane (ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy) (Gucci gang)
Was yellin’ “Ha” way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Intro: Gucci Mane, 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
Huh?
We got London On Da Track
It’s Guwop
Huh?
It’s Gucci
21, 21
Huh?

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & 21 Savage]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
I got so many M’s in my bank account, I can’t even count ’em
Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can’t even mount ’em
Too many zeros with ‘Sace pillows in my Phantoms
Too many bad bitches, I don’t cuff ’em, I just hand them (21)
Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don’t got time to lay up
Met my accountant at Ruth’s Chris, she told me that I’m way up (21)
I already back for seconds, I ain’t even clean my plate up
Ran me up a hunned M’s and then I put my bay up (21)
Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal
I ain’t take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)
All my diamonds carrots, dem lil’ pointers be two lil’
Glaziers in my ear, I need a cup, they ’bout to spill

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & A$AP Rocky]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I feel like I’m Rocky

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & (?)]
Huh?
How you gone play D, you can’t even take D
Too many fake me’s
Way too many fake daps, way too many fake ‘$APs
And I put it on me and I want another ring
Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve ’em like the other team (skrt)
You can still hear the sneaks (woo, swoosh)
Ballin’ in some Dungarees
Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?
For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league
Heard you the nigga overseas, but that’s only overseas
I’m the one who oversees shit, "Oh man, it’s him again"
I’m up in the rim, they the raided M&M’s
Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands
My girlfriend got a little friend
All the way on the other end
‘Cause she don’t deal with the middle man
Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes
Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby , I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (yeah)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Just pass me the rock and watch him go
Just run me the play and let me know
With a broken leg, I let it go (leggo, leggo, leggo)
I ain’t gotta say it ’cause they know (woo)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fuckin’ flashy
He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray
So, so deaf to these suckers, I’m like JD in ’03
My hoe said that I’m too cocky, I don’t play nothin’ but me
These girls got nothing to show you, I’ll give you something to see
These dudes keep comin’ up short like they a pair of capris
Don’t group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin’ me
Them dudes ain’t got nothin’ on me, I got a money disease
I’m too cold for these suckers, they ain’t got more money than me
I wear my mink in the summer when it’s one-hundred-three (burr)
I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me
I know that bitch want to fuck me, but she’s to tiny for me
She’s my way out the highway, you either like or leave
This Rollie cost us the G’s, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah)
When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine
It’s Guwop

[Chorus: Gucci Mane, & Young Thug]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (it’s Gucci)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (Wizop)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (damn)
We got London On Da Track

[Intro]
Gato, ha
They count to my chart
Take my shit, you should post too
Ka, ba, gato

[Chorus]
Firing at niggas, I’m firing at niggas
I’m firing at niggas outside
I feel like Malcolm X I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out firing at niggas, firing at niggas
I hear sirens, I’m firin’, I’m firing at niggas
I’m like Malcolm X, I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out

[Verse 1]
Bow, bow, bow
Man down, click clack
Who your man now
Know you heard ’bout Gucci Mane that boy ’bout letting that thang sound
You stunt on Instagram, I’m in a rental van now
Don’ know how this shit gon’ turn, but I won’t run my mouth
Nigga run up on me, Imma back his ass down
Imma stand up, nigga, I will never lay down
I bad place by the cartel, they gon’ knock us head down
One thing ’bout the Eskimos, dem boys don’t fuck around
Jamaican plugs and Mexicans, they spoilin’ me with pounds
Medellín affiliated, grow it out the ground
We grow it out the ground

[Chorus]
Firing at niggas, I’m firing at niggas
I’m firing at niggas outside
I feel like Malcolm X I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out firing at niggas, firing at niggas
I hear sirens, I’m firin’, I’m firing at niggas
I’m like Malcolm X, I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out

[Verse 2]
Boston, George Diego flow, my bitch like Griselda though
Thousand pounds of yellow dough
Rich ass junkie, full of money
Cameras watchin’ every door
Ten mill in an envelope
Banana boat with telescope
I count 2 mil on Periscope
Duplex is exceptional, burglar bars protect the door
Draco on the floor, and AR-15 on the sectional
And young nigga with plenty dough
I done hit so many hoes
Eenie menie minie hoe, I’m way he’s protection though
My Smith and Wesson teach a lesson what you call your brother for?
You ain’t even special hoe, why you gettin’ all extra for
Why that nigga pull up to my truck acting aggressive for?
I bless you I don’t stress you, if it’s pressure then it’s pressure (grra)

[Chorus]
Firing at niggas, I’m firing at niggas
I’m firing at niggas outside
I feel like Malcolm X I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out firing at niggas, firing at niggas
I hear sirens, I’m firin’, I’m firing at niggas
I’m like Malcolm X, I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out

[Outro]
Man down, click clack!
Who your man now

[Verse 1: Offset]
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin’ light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie, yeah, that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it
Count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it
Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m O-Dog from Menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the Lord, forgive me (hey)

[Verse 2: TakeOff]
Pop me a missile (ayy)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Whole gang itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lenny
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail ’em
Which way? Dat way, tell ’em, ayy

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Man it’s Gucci Mane the Goat
And I’m at these rappers throats
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna keep afloat
Yeah it’s Wop the Guwopster
I live like a mobster
Eat shrimp and lobster
I flew in with a chopper
Breaking bread that’s my breakfast
Two bitches I’m so selfish
I wanna cut her off
Her head too good it got me helpless
Ya should feel embarrassed
I just touched down in Paris
My homie said he single but his side-bitches are married
Save some for the drama though
Guess I’m still the DJ
[?]
So I’m throwing cash and repay
Flush it on the freeway
Got cash [?] 3k
Countin’ cash for three days and all my pussy’s prepaid

[Chorus: Lil Wop]
Woke up and I had a quarter million in my sleep, ay
First I bust a juug then I go get something to eat, ay
2k for me to talk, it’s 14k up in my teeth, ay
I’m a walking Draco, stick go everywhere with me, ay
Bought my bitch a purse cause she been mad at me for weeks, ay
She left her boyfriend cause that nigga was a cheapskate, ay
You ain’t thugging in these streets so what I say, you cannot relate, ay
Straight up out the trenches, nigga came up in the PJs

[Verse 1: Lil Wop]
Popping on the seat, ay, my niggas don’t beef, ay
Broad day pull up on your block, it’s a street sweep, ay
Shorty, i jumped off the porch, can’t leave, I’m in too deep, ay
Bitch bad as [?], she was good now she a freak, ay
Before I go to sleep, cause I know cops look after me, ay
Lost some niggas in these streets and I’ll be damned if that be me
Got some bluddas facing life and I just wish that they was free
I’ma do this shit for all my fallen, they a part of me (it’s Wop)
And forever I stay silent, naw, this fame ain’t changing me
Everybody that was with me, yeah, still they remain with me
I don’t know, you wasn’t down bad with me, you can’t hang with me, ay
Treat my gang just like family, they just like blood to me, ay

[Chorus: Lil Wop]
Woke up and I had a quarter million in my sleep, ay
First I bust a juug then I go get something to eat, ay
2k for me to talk, it’s 14k up in my teeth, ay
I’m a walking Draco, stick go everywhere with me, ay
Bought my bitch a purse cause she been mad at me for weeks, ay
She left her boyfriend cause that nigga was a cheapskate, ay
You ain’t thugging in these streets so what I say, you cannot relate, ay
Straight up out the trenches, nigga came up in the PJs

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Niggas ain’t seeing me, grind like there’s three of me
Crush these niggas easily, my jeweler keep on freezing me
My young niggas bust five for me, menace to society
Gucci Mane keep making money, haters keep on dying, man
Big Guwop, Lil Wop, we hot, we trapping out the frying pan
Red [?], kids like they just seen the fire man
1017 C.E.O, 187, you’re C.E.O
Pull up in a coupe you never seen before
And the doors open up like plane doors
Piped up, icing looking like I sell the white stuff
Bright chunks hanging out my fish like I’m your pastor
Gucci Mane, the lunatic, the old dirty bastard
Got Gucci Mane tatted on her tits, I never asked her

[Chorus: Lil Wop]
Woke up and I had a quarter million in my sleep, ay
First I bust a juug then I go get something to eat, ay
2k for me to talk, it’s 14k up in my teeth, ay
I’m a walking Draco, stick go everywhere with me, ay
Bought my bitch a purse cause she been mad at me for weeks, ay
She left her boyfriend cause that nigga was a cheapskate, ay
You ain’t thugging in these streets so what I say, you cannot relate, ay
Straight up out the trenches, nigga came up in the PJs

Zone six
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
I’m just an East Atlanta nigga with a body on this belt
I done had a million beefs but I ain’t never call for help
I’ll take a nigga bricks and I done took a nigga reup
Put that pistol on your partner made him piss all on himself
Got your bitch so pissy drunk
That she done threw up on herself
‘Fore I send her back to you
She gon’ have Guwop on her breath
I’m the last real nigga left
I’m on an island by myself
I’m my only competition so I’m battling with myself
Facing prison, drug addiction
It’s like I’m battling with myself
I done shook up all my demons
Now I’m back to myself
You didn’t keep it real nigga so just keep it to yourself
Waiting on Gucci Mane to call you
Nigga better not hold your breath
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
These niggas faking like they happy but they mad I’m home
I’m the two K sixteen Al Capone
I slap a nigga with a strap and then I throw him a hunnid
He be like fuck going to trial, man just throw me the money
Can’t eat, can’t sleep, man I miss these skreets
Muhammad Ali and these skreets miss me
I went from trappin’ on the block to niggas trappin’ for me
I left the trappin’ went to rap thought you’d be happy for me
And then your jealousy turned to hate
And you wrote a statement on me
But when they let me out them gates
My bitch was waiting on me
See I ain’t mad at you homie, we ain’t got no beef
But I ain’t got no rat for you, I know you must love cheese
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back

Lyrics Blackbear – Do re mi

Do re mi, fa, so
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh. (x2)

Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met
I probably would just stay in bed
You run your mouth all over town
And this one goes out to the sound
Of breaking glass on my Range Rover
Pay me back or b***h, it’s over
All the presents I would send
f*ck my friends behind my shoulder
Next time I’ma stay asleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, ohhh.

And you got me thinking lately
B***h, you crazy
And nothing’s ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like.

Do, re, mi, fa, so f*ckin’ done with you, girl
So f*ckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so f*ckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

If I could go back to the day we met
I probably would’ve stayed in bed
You wake up everyday
And make me feel like I’m incompetent
Designer shoes and Xanax tabs
Compliments your make-up bag
You never had to buy yourself a drink
‘Cause everybody want to tap that a*s sometime.

And you got me thinking lately
B*tch, you crazy
And nothing’s ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like..

Do, re, mi, fa, so f*ckin’ done with you, girl
So f*ckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe versuri-lyrics.info
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so f*ckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost.

(And you got me thinking lately, yeah)
(And nothing’s ever good enough)
I wrote a little song for you, it go like.

Do, re, mi, fa, so f*ckin’ done with you, girl
So f*ckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so f*ckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost.

(So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost)
Do, re, mi, fa, so
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghosttt.
Blackbear lyrics
Video mi

[Intro: Stefflon Don & French Montana]
Oh, I see you, see, I see, yeah
Montana
Stefflon Don
Know what it is when you hear that

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
Breakfast in bed darling
I got your bed falling
I make you beg for it
I make you beg for it
Breakfast in bed darling
I got your bed falling
I made mistakes, you done me wrong
But now you leave me calling

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Hmm-mmm-mmm
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me

[Verse 2: Stefflon Don]
Tears down my face fallin’
I’m in the place bawlin’
If I ever find her, find her, find her
I’m sendin’ shots, I’m sendin’ shots
I don’t know why you stallin’
Can you give me signs, can you please call me?
Baby, you rewinding it all on me
Baby, give me time, beg you love, love me

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Hmm-mmm-mmm
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & (French Montana)]
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me (Montana)
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me (Don)

[Verse 3: French Montana]
What you know about goin’ out, big jet, big check
Don’t care, die for my respect
Life, we gon’ live it up
Neck, we don’t give it up
Dice, get, get ’em, girl, gon’ bet it up
Grind and invest it
Invest like the main role not the ex shit
X-rate movies like Netflix
Never domestic, watchin’ her necklace
Young and restless, you know who the best is
Three-quarter, Gucci Mane with the fur shoe
I got a girl, and my girl got a girl too
Hit me with the fab like put it in the bag
Pull up on my new ting, like I knew she mad

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & French Montana]
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me

[Outro: Stefflon Don]
And I cry, I cry, even my eye cry
But who cares?
Who cares?
And I cry, I cry, even my eye cry
But who cares?
Who cares?

Lyrics Stefflon Don – Hurtin me

Breakfast in bed darling
I got your bed falling
I make you beg for it
I make you beg for it
Breakfast in bed darling
I got your bed falling
I made mistakes, you done me wrong
But now you leave me calling(hurtin me)

I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me.

Tears down my face fallin’
I’m in the place bawlin’
If I ever find her, find her, find her
I’m sendin’ shots, I’m sendin’ shots
I don’t know why you stallin’
Can you give me signs, can you please call me?
Baby, you rewinding it all on me
Baby, give me time, beg you love, love me.

I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me (Montana)
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me.

What you know about goin’ out, big jet, big check
Don’t care, die for my respect
Life, we gon’ live it up
Neck, we don’t give it up
Dice, get, get ’em, girl, gon’ bet it up
Grind and invest it versuri-lyrics.info
Invest like the main role not the ex s**t
X-rate movies like Netflix
Never domestic, watchin’ her necklace
Young and restless, you know who the best is
Three-quarter, Gucci Mane with the fur shoe
I got a girl, and my girl got a girl too
Hit me with the fab like put it in the bag
Pull up on my new ting, like I knew she mad.

I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me.

And I cry, I cry, even my eye cry
But who cares?
Who cares?
And I cry, I cry, even my eye cry
But who cares?
Who caresss?
Stefflon Don lyrics
Video me

[Intro: Stefflon Don & French Montana]
Oh, I see you, see, I see, yeah
Montana
Stefflon Don
Know what it is when you hear that

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
Breakfast in bed darling
I got your bed falling
I make you beg for it
I make you beg for it
Breakfast in bed darling
I got your bed falling
I made mistakes, you done me wrong
But now you leave me calling

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Hmm-mmm-mmm
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me

[Verse 2: Stefflon Don]
Tears down my face fallin’
I’m in the place bawlin’
If I ever find her, find her, find her
I’m sendin’ shots, I’m sendin’ shots
I don’t know why you stallin’
Can you give me signs, can you please call me?
Baby, you rewinding it all on me
Baby, give me time, beg you love, love me

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Hmm-mmm-mmm
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & (French Montana)]
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me (Montana)
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me (Don)

[Verse 3: French Montana]
What you know about goin’ out, big jet, big check
Don’t care, die for my respect
Life, we gon’ live it up
Neck, we don’t give it up
Dice, get, get ’em, girl, gon’ bet it up
Grind and invest it
Invest like the main role not the ex shit
X-rate movies like Netflix
Never domestic, watchin’ her necklace
Young and restless, you know who the best is
Three-quarter, Gucci Mane with the fur shoe
I got a girl, and my girl got a girl too
Hit me with the fab like put it in the bag
Pull up on my new ting, like I knew she mad

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & French Montana]
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me

[Outro: Stefflon Don]
And I cry, I cry, even my eye cry
But who cares?
Who cares?
And I cry, I cry, even my eye cry
But who cares?
Who cares?

I’m sorry, I’m not the most pretty
I’ll never ever sing like Whitney
Ooh, but I still wanna dance with somebody (Tunechi)

So lets let all hearts bleed, ’til they turn to rust
Gonna live it up, ’cause it’s dangerous
No, I don’t wanna play the part (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (yeah)

I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody

I just wanna dance with somebody
But I could never ever dance like Bobby
You can dance, I’mma watch your body
I just wanna stand right behind it
I just want a chance with somebody
Pop a couple xans with somebody
Every time she dance it’s exotic
Throw a bunch of bands arms get tired
I’m the God I just want a goddess
Gotta use a bedroom for a closet
Got a whole bedroom, on the private
I know her body inside, out science
Kiss both boobs right before I sign ’em
Can’t dance but kinda grind ’em
Yeah, I be right behind her, spinal
We can turn this dance floor to a island

I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? (Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody

Bloody noses, speeding cars
Lethal doses, desperate hearts
Roll it up ’cause we so ill
Heaven knows we love the thrill
No, I don’t wanna play the part
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody

I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? (Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody

[Intro: Young Thug]
Run it back, run it back

[Chorus: Tyga & Young Thug]
Oh baby, I just wanna replay and run it back
I just wanna replay and run it back
Oh baby, every time we play (Every time we play)
Wanna run it like a running back (Run it like a running back)
I just wanna replay (I just wanna replay) and run it back
Oh, baby
[??]
Oh, baby
[??]
Oh, baby
[??] pom pom
Oh, baby
She just want me to eat that pom pom
Oh, baby
Let’s have a replay (Replay)
I’m on it (On it)
Whenever she say (I’m on it)
Whatever she want, she got it
And she gon’ shoot ’em down
Oh, baby

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Running me to run it up
Lil’ some some for the one I want
My number one, my 1 of 1
God and goddess, that’s a holy fuck
We at the rich suites, like it’s Peachtree
We gon’ run it up like floor seats
Nigga got game, I’m like Gucci Mane
She a keeper mane, she go both ways
Make her fall in love, fuck, smoke a blunt
Now when we drunk, wake that pussy up
Too high to sleep, wetting all the sheets
That’s a kitty call, just unplug the phone
Gucci bag call, Gucci bag cash
Reaching for my phone, let me record that ass
Let me record that ass
If the shit leak, don’t be mad

[Chorus: Tyga & Young Thug]
Oh baby, I just wanna replay and run it back
I just wanna replay and run it back
Oh baby, every time we play
Wanna run it like a running back
I just wanna replay and run it back
Oh, baby
[??]
Oh, baby
[??]
Oh, baby
[??] pom pom
Oh, baby
She just want me to eat that pom pom
Oh, baby
Let’s have a replay (Replay)
I’m on it (On it)
Whenever she say (I’m on it)
Whatever she want, she got it
And she gon’ shoot ’em down
Oh, baby

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Beat it in the Cadillac, that pussy got me sidetracked
Like Kylie I’m with Tyga, we the perfect match
Put it in the belly, she feel the impact
Put it in her chest and make that hoe get hollow
Shawty pussy wet, are you gonna take off your clothes?
Take a ride with me, I’ll help you see what you lost
Anything happen here, anything goes
Money on the counter, Versace couch on the floor
I got big booty bitches shakin’ ass by my door
Heated marble got lil mama ridin’ tip-toe
My brother a Tyga, I’ma go
Let’s have a replay (Replay)
I’m on it (On it)
Whenever she say (I’m on it)
Whatever she want, she got it
And she gon’ shoot ’em down

[Chorus: Tyga & Young Thug]
Oh baby, I just wanna replay and run it back
I just wanna replay and run it back
Oh baby, every time we play
Wanna run it like a running back
I just wanna replay and run it back
Oh, baby
[??]
Oh, baby
[??]
Oh, baby
[??] pom pom
Oh, baby
She just want me to eat that pom pom
Oh, baby

[Outro: Young Thug]
Let’s have a replay (Replay)
I’m on it (On it)
Whenever she say (I’m on it)
Whatever she want, she got it
And she gon’ shoot ’em down
Oh, baby

[INTRO]
Lemonade whippin wit’ a lemonade bitch
I feel like Gucci Mane I make maneuvers through the 6
I’m a loyal trapper, keep my scale and keep my stick
Two bitches gettin guap, I ain’t worried ’bout a bitch
Burr, like Gucci Mane got it tatted on my face
AK-47, I can’t tote it on my waist
Boolin’ in the trenches, where you know it is not safe
Butt naked bitches in the kitchen whippin cake

[VERSE 1]
Please don’t trust, cuz im sneaky nigga ill wipe yo nose
I’ll take money out yo pocked and go Givenchy my toes
I’m either wit a nigga bitch or in the store or on the stove
I feel like Tony, Gucci slippers, in the trap house in the road

[HOOK]
Growing up, wanted be like Gucci
Growing up, I wanna be like Gucci
Growing up, wanna be like Gucci
Growing up, I wanna be like Gucci

[VERSE 2]
Oh shit, Lil Wop lost his mind
Rollie 10 17 can’t tell the time
Rolling through the opp shit, yea we had to slide
Ain’t nobody outside, they love to hide
In a big body benz and I’m swervin
Spilled the drank, on my lap, ain’t on purpose
Know that bitch, she gon fuck, cuz’ she worthless
I be dunking all these hoes, like James Worthy
(AYYEE)
Trap house getting hot, all these feinds around the block
I ain’t never leaving, ’till my pockets filled wit guap
Toting big Glock 40’s in the clip, look like a mop
Fuck a head shot, shoot a nigga in his heart

[HOOK]
Growing up, wanna be like Gucci
Growing up, I wanna be like Gucci
Growing up, wanna be like Gucci
Growing up, I wanna be like Gucci

[OUTRO]
Ah shit, LIl Wop lost his mind
Ah shit, LIl Wop lost his mind
Ah shit, LIl Wop lost his mind
Ah shit, LIl Wop lost his mind
(AYEEE)
Ah shit, LIl Wop lost his mind

Lyrics Desiigner – Liife

Let me tell you how it is
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.(liife)

Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, f**k the police
Heard Trump in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, (grrrrrah) he drownin’
Bounce b***h, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk s**t or freestyle
F**k them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
Pop off these diamonds
Make a DJ get down with it.

I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets (it’s Gucci)
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.

I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time and I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall (fall)
But f**k ’em all versuri-lyrics.info
I put my back against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ s**t (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater you not feelin’ it (f**k ’em)
G.O.O.D. Music but we make that hood music (haaan)
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it
(It’s Gucci!)

I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.

Funny,
Desiigner
All the finest
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
Ayyyy, huhhh.

I’m on some real life, s**t liife, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pickkk.
Desiigner lyrics
Video Desiigner

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Tone it down

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch.(tone it down)

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Huhhh, pull up, fros up, with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don’t care who show up
Watch lookin’ like a glow up, when I throw up
East Side pour the Crys’ wrote why I grow up
Hold up, lil homie tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin’ so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders, in my Rollie
Look like real flesh, make you wanna pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I’m a loaner.
..
Got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner.

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (might steal your b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop versuri-lyrics.info
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch.

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Go, your man CB, jewelery 3D
Tryna be like me, ain’t easy
Niggas hate me, mamas wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces
In that Great thing
2018 Rolls Royce, chopper for no reason
Watered all my time, please water like a Fiji
Parked in front of the St Regis
I just wanna meet Meek
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons
Diamonds, thats just like Breazin
Take it easy, Breezy go easy
b*tch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I’m sneezin’
Pull up South Beach, no season.

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Yeah, four, four, drippin’
I be on a hunnids rolls
Fight, weed, hit it
Have a nigga seeing ghost
Tell me what to do, ‘cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots
Won’t have a hangover.

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (might steal your b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch..

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Tone that sh*t down
Tone that sh*t down
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like thisss.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video down

Lyrics Rick Ross – She on my dyck

Who at the door? Put the money up
I’ma been done kilt one of these niggas ’round here, man
Who dat is? Uhhhhh(she on my dyck)

I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats
Pork n’ bean projects is where the killers be
Can’t be talkin’ all loud or niggas gettin’ shot
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
All my niggas out the scott snagged the quick slop
Swear to God, I’ma die for this wristwatch
Growin’ up at risco, they called us piss poor
Realest nigga in the city, let a b*tch know
Red bottoms, all white just to shoot dice
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I’m Big Mike
Jabar home, goin’ on his fifth Rolls Royce
I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys
Fake golds, niggas front with these dracos
Walk up on ’em with the forty and the case closed
Double M the label with the most pesos
I bought a condo and that b*tch got eight floors

She on my d*ck, she on my dyck
Richest nigga in the city so she on my d*ck
It make sense, she on my d*ck
Makin’ moves in the city so she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
I’m makin’ moves, she on my d*ck.

I get a rush when I see these b*tches watchin’ me
It’s like a high when I see these b*tches jockin’ me
She on my d*ck like she heard what I’m orderin’
Drop top Mulsanne, it’s just one of these
She on my d*ck like she seen some’ she shouldn’t’ve seen
Two hundred thou’, one hundred’s crammed in my Givenchy jeans
And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team
And I just wanna paint her face like it’s Maybelline
Bill Belichick, I just got another ring versuri-lyrics.info
Bust another check and I just bought a new machine
And like the Chargers I’m about to move the team
You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin’.

She on my d*ck, she on my dyck
Richest nigga in the city so she on my d*ck
It make sense, she on my d*ck
Makin’ moves in the city so she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
I’m makin’ moves, she on my d*ck.

Baby girl, do your thing in your Vera Wang
Ever dealt with a nigga still dealin’ cocaine?
Never made it to the game before it’s halftime
Ten stacks for the seats, so you can have mine
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes
Pop a bottle every time you niggas flatline
Lot of b*tches but I focus on my Fab Five
Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride
b*tch hair nappy girl, you need that rich s**t
It take real heart to wanna be a rich b*tch
She was the youngest and her mama had six kids
Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich b*tch
Run with a nigga with some money out in Memphis
She was postin’ pics of the gifts that he would gift her
But the p*ssy goes to the richest nigga
And guess what? Rozay is that nigga!

She on my d*ck, she on my dyck
Richest nigga in the city so she on my d*ck
It make sense, she on my d*ck
Makin’ moves in the city so she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
I’m makin’ moves, she on my d*ckkk.
Rick Ross lyrics
Video Rick Ross

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Make love

Uhhh, Gucci
Wanna make love, love, love.

King of the skreets
And when these suckas see me, they should bow to my feet
And kiss the ground underneath
I look down at the beef
That shit childish to me
Two hundred thousand to see me
And it’s been sold out for weeks
Can’t brush shoulders with me
These stones in my choker are 2 karats apiece
Look like boulders to me
Damn, who colder than me?
You think he colder than me?
You more bipolar than me
You talkin’ crazy
I’m tryna book Beyoncé for my wedding day
I’m the type of nigga, spend a million on a wedding cake
Niggas hate, but hesitate versuri-lyrics.info
They hate to see ya elevate
I just left out the gym
I’m ’bout to take a swim and meditate
Woooo!
Now it’s time to celebrate
Ask me why I’m smilin’
I say, “‘Cause I make two mil’ a day”
And I might take your b*tch and pay her bills
That’s how I feel today
And I just wanna f*ck
Don’t wanna chill, that’s how I feel today.

I’m makin’ money like I’m makin’ sweet love
I wanna make love, love, love
She say the money make her wanna make love
Wanna make love, love, love, huh.

Ay yo, ain’t talkin’ housewives, but I’m in the Porsche
First I’ma scorch her, then I’ma torch her
Then I’ma torture her, then I’ma off her
A million dollars for a show, they made their off-er
Go against Nicki, it’s gon’ cost ya
‘Cause now it’s f*ck ya, intercourse ya
I rep Queens where they listen to a bunch of Nas
I’m a yes and these b*tches is a bunch of nahs
Tryin’ to win a gunfight with a bunch of knives
I win, get off the bench and give a bunch of fives
I don’t see her
b*tch I’m the greatest, no Kendrick and no Sia
I’m the iPhone, you the Nokia
Everybody know you jealous, b*tch it’s so clear
Tell them bum ass b*tches to play their role
She see my sexy ass every time she scroll
I got it in the can, Dole
Your career gon’ be with Anna Nicole
Witcha dumbass face
She ain’t eatin’ but I swear she got some bum ass taste
Text her man like, “Dawg, how that bum ass taste?”
Pay your rent! And stay in your bum ass place
Oooohhh, oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here?
One platinum plaque, album flopped, b*tch, where?
Hahaha, ahhhhhhh
I took two bars off just to laugh
You see, silly rabbit, to be the queen of rap
You gotta sell records, you gotta get plaques
S, plural like the S on my chest
Now sit your dumbass down
You got an F on your test.

I’m makin’ money like I’m makin’ sweet love
I wanna make love, love, love
She say the money make her wanna make love
Wanna make love, love, love, huh.

I love to see the money stack up
Hope that we don’t ever, ever break up
Wanna make love, love, loveee.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video love

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
What’s happenin’?
Griiim
(burr burr)
And Gucci!

[Hook: Evander Griiim]
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pussy, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now

[Verse 1: Evander Griiim]
Niggas try to ride my wave but can’t swim
Nigga you be chewing too, too much
Got a foreign in my foreign, and she snorin’
Little nigga I’m the GOAT, ’bout to trip it
Eski-eski-eskimo, I’m so cold
Ride around with my neck, and my wrist
On froze, nigga gold, all gold
All gold, all the hoes, all the drip
Poppin’ pussy, nigga woah, with my gold
Nigga tax me I’ma flip, with my thumb
Poppin’ pussy with my thumb, with my thumb, right
Right now
Throw it baby, bust it open, right now
All I wanted was a ten and a four
All I get it for the low, for the low
Hit that nigga, I’m the plug, right now
Send that nigga with the bugs, right now
All my bitches kiss bitches, and they wealthy
And they suckin’ for the selfie
I’m so petty, oh so petty
Oh shit, hot shit, I’m that nigga since
Eighth grade, poppin’ shit in the hallways
Yellin’ dope, hella dope, this the new me
Suckin’, signing, double D’s, overseas

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Just got off the stage, I need thirty bitches right now
I’m so piped up, ain’t no way that I can pipe down
The way I lay that pipe down she say that she my wife now
But I just want a good suck up and a decent wipe down
Slidin’, leather seats reclinin’
Blinding with expensive diamonds
Rolex with exquisite timing
Dining on exotic islands
Grinding like I’m nickel’n’diming
I’m the king of Ace of Diamonds
Got to eat up all this flavor
My lean eating up my stomach lining
I can spend five hundred thousand now and get it right back
Say he want to be like Gucci Mane, he on the right track
Got a lil young ho that hittin’ it, say she coming right back
Keep her up all night and eyes both wide just like a night owl

[Hook: Evander Griiim]
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pussy, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pussy, all the fame, right now
Right now

[Intro: Natasha Mosley & Gucci Mane]
Whoop that ass
Gucci
Aw yeah, yeah
Wop
Mmm
It’s Gucci, burr, burr
Dodge

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I just want you to fuck me like you need me
Text me when you leave me
Bein’ with him hard as hell
But bein’ with me is easy
Breezy, freaky
Get excited when you see me
Touch me, tease me
Get mad when you can’t reach me
Gucci Mane and Tasha
And Zaytiggy and the beazzie
Tasha, you so sexy, fly
You out like every weekend
I’m diggin’, she reachin’
I’m climbin’, she peekin’
I expect grown folks to hate on us
Girl, everybody’s peepin’
I’m not so gangsta that I can say
I love the way she slingin’
Gucci Mane a money man
Look at all the cash I’m bringin’
I will show you like 200 thou
And that’s just on one pinkie
Girl, you got me feelin’ drunk
And I’m not even drinkin’

[Hook: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’

[Verse 2: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you makin’ all the flips
We takin’ shoppin’ trips
Coppin’ drops and shit
Both got rocks on wrists, got rocks on fists
Ooh we ain’t even worried ’bout these bitches
Droppin’ hits, ain’t got a pot to piss
Her man no boyfriend until my partner quit
Relockin’ this
Just don’t be makin’ promises you won’t keep, baby
Time for you to show how much you want me, baby
Pick me up and put me where you want me, baby
I ain’t had your love yet, so don’t leave, baby
What that I like
Just here without you and I knew it
It feel like a knife
Just the type I like
And you so fine, you make it my mind
Just at 3 clock in the mornin’ when you hungry
This that I gotta have it, your one and only
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’

[Outro: Natasha Mosley & Gucci Mane]
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Wop
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Gucci
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Burr
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Burr
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
I want your love
I want your love

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