Chance The Rapper – My Own Thing lyrics

[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

Gucci Mane – Be A Thug (Ft. Peter Man) Lyrics

[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

Gucci Mane – Pay Me (Ft. Fruity) Lyrics

[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

A$AP Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky

[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

Asap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky

Lyrics to ‘Asap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky’ by Asap Rocky:

Tiffany Haddish, and more. Gucci and 21’s laconic styles are both idiomatic for London on da Track’s ominous, creeping backbeat. Gucci’s last, whispered, and classic-era-Gucci-styled verse (“Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fucking flashy/He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray”) is worth the price of admission for what might reasonably be considered an unremarkable song.

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Gucci Mane Might Want To Stay Out Of The Hood Another Rapper Warns

Gucci Mane made a visit to his hood recently and it stirred up a lot of bad blood.

The East Atlanta Santa posted a photo of himself leaving a convenience store in Bouldercrest over the Christmas holiday. He was wearing a Gucci tracksuit and carrying a scratch-off lottery ticket in one hand, but it’s his caption that got the most attention. “Face I make when they say Guwop don’t run Bouldercrest like #ElGato,” he wrote. He also posted another photo of himself inside the convenience store where he wrote, “At the Texaco on Bouldercrest I sold nicks and dimes at as a teenager.”

Another rapper from the East Atlanta neighborhood, Young Nudy, fired off a shot on Instagram basically saying that he is the one who locks down Bouldercrest. “Last time I checked #PDE #Run #Bouldercrest We Don’t No buddy He don’t Be in the hood Dats A big CAP I got the hold #Bouldercrest #and #Eastatlant #mygucci #voice,” Nudy wrote.

Gucci Mane released an album in December last year titled “The Return of East Atlanta Santa” where he paid homage to his hood.

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Gucci Mane – Peepin Out The Blinds

[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

She on my dyck – Rick Ross feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

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
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Make love – Gucci Mane feat. Nicki Minaj lyrics

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
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Evander Griiim – Right Now (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[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

Natasha Mosley – Drunk (feat. Gucci Mane)

[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

Angel wings – Gucci Mane feat. Icewear Vezzo lyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Angel wings

Angel wings. (x4)
I’m so high I try angel wiiings.
I’m so fly b*tch I got angel wiiings.

Put my spider like an ice cold.
Try to summer jam into the ice show.
Used to have me a bright low not a dead end blow I’m a light showww.
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Gucci Mane lyrics
Video wings

Lil Peep – Gucci Mane (Hellboy Mixtape)

[Hook]
Cocaine in your bitch brain
I make it rain where my bitch say
No pain when my mind fade
I’ve been high since last Friday
Dope veins wear the cold chain
Switchin’ lanes bumpin’ Gucci Mane
I don’t listen what my friends say
I can’t cry, but I’m a cry baby
I can’t lie, I might die, baby
But as long as I’m alive, we gon’ shine, baby
Look me in my eyes, baby
I’ve been high since last Friday

[Verse]
I can’t drive, but lets ride baby
And as long as I’m alive, I’mma die, baby
Time flies on the highway
I’ve been high since last Friday

[Hook]
Cocaine in your bitch brain
I make it rain where my bitch say
No pain when my mind fade
I’ve been high since last Friday
Dope veins wear the cold chain
Switchin’ lanes bumpin’ Gucci Mane
I don’t listen what my friends say
I can’t cry, but I’m a cry baby
I can’t lie, I might die, baby
But as long as I’m alive, we gon’ shine, baby
Look me in my eyes, baby
I’ve been high since last Friday

Slippery – Migos feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Migos – Slippery

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water.(slippery)

(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr).

Hey, hey, hey, tater tot
f*ck niggas on my radar watch (watchin’)
Crocodile hunter, turn ’em to some gator shots (urr)
Iced out watch (ice), ridin’ round ten o’ clock (ten)
Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’ clock (three)
Four o’ clock (four), five o’ clock, six o’ clock (five)
I’m gon pop, if I don’t I’m back to the pot (whip)
I got rocks (rocks), big bales, big arms (bales)
Tommy gun, come out and play let’s have fun (yeah)
Big scales (scales), fishscale, big weight (fish)
Iceberg (ice), ice tray, ice tray (woo)
Plug called (called), tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
I don’t need it (brrt)
Pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)
Get freezy (freezy), young nigga pay your debt-is (debt-is)
Grandma (grandma) auntie Ab and auntie Neesa (Neese)
Uncle Bo, auntie Greta serve ya perkys (Greta)
Auntie Eva, she got a pound she might just serve it.

Pop a perky just to start up
(pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr).

Hey, hey, hey, slippery, she numbin’ me, that tongue on me
Honestly (honest), she f*ck with me, a wife to be (wife)
In Italy, bought her a fur, look like the wildebeest (rarr)
Just chill with me (chill)
It is no worry, it is a bill to me (it ain’t nothin’)
I pull up Diablo, I pull up with models
I gave her her first Philippe (Philippe)
We goin’ full throttle, she swallowed the bottle
I’m all in her ovaries (ahh)
I gave her some dollars
I Gucci’d her collar now she can’t get over me (heyyy)
She wanna dose of me (dose)
Just hop in the Ghost with me (Ghost)
Perky and molly, don’t vote for nobody
These b*tch ass niggas ain’t solid (solid)
Run in your house and with pumps and the shotties
Your mom might be up inside it (bah)
Cars robotic, bad b*tch with a body
But really don’t care nothing about it (uh-uh)
Cappin’ and poppin’, I seen that lil Masi
I coulda pulled up and just shot ya ( brrt)
It’s a jungle, I let off some fire (some fire).

Pop a perky just to start up
(pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr).

I rock water, diamonds, I’m drippin’ but not slippin’
I threw a quarter, (well damn) but no I’m not trippin’
Bugatti on Forgi’s, and nawl, I’m not crippin’
I buy Ferrari’s like Jordans
I’m Mike and y’all Pippen
Chillin’, just me and my millions
Niggas, they all in they feelin’s
My b*tches, I spoil them like children
So persistent, if I want it, I go get it
I’m so slimy, grimy, sheisty but still shining
Rude and unkindly, cruel with no conscious
Drop the top on College, nigga I ain’t with no nonsense
And I’m a murderer nigga but I don’t promote violence.

Dead shot (brrt), AK make your head rock (brrt)
Red dot, retro 8, Jordan they in stock
Lean on rocks (Act)
Perkys, mollies, xannies, rocks (roxies)
Oxycontin (oxyies)
Takeoff I’m your med doc (Takeoff!)
Leg lock (leg)
The key I got, unlock the box (box)
What’s in that box, huh?
Don’t tell em they might show the cops (shh)
Wrist watch (bite), abnormal so I flood the clock (ice)
Money flop, panties drop, that’s when them titties pop (woo)
Free my partners (John Wicc)
‘Til they free it’s f*ck the cops (f*ck ’em)
They know I geek a lot
They don’t know I keep a Glock (clueless)
Ain’t been no drought (where)
They think I been sleep a lot
They think I’m dumb (dumb)
They don’t know I see the plot (see it)
f*ck it I seize a knot.

Pop a perky just to start up
(pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)
Hey, hey, heyyy.
Migos lyrics
Video Migos

Evander Griiim feat. Gucci Mane – Right Now (Remix) Lyrics

(Intro – Gucci Mane)
What’s happening?
Griiim
burr burr
And Gucci!

(Chorus – Griiim)
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pu**y, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now

(Verse 1 – Griiim)
Ni**as try to ride my wave but can’t swim
Ni**a you be chewing too, too much
Got a foreign in my foreign, and she snoring
Little ni**a 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, ni**a gold, all gold
All gold, all the hoes, all the drip
Popping pu**y, ni**a woah, with my gold
Ni**a tax me I’ma flip, with my thumb
Popping pu**y 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 ni**a, I’m the plug, right now
Send that ni**a with the bugs, right now
All my bi**hes kiss bi**hes, and they wealthy
And they s**king for the selfie
I’m so petty, oh so petty
Oh s**t, hot s**t, I’m that ni**a since
Eighth grade, popping s**t in the hallways
Yelling dope, hella dope, this the new me
S**king, 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 s**k up and a decent wipe down
Slidin’, leather seats reclining
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 hitting it, say she coming right back
Keep her up all night and eyes both wide just like a night owl

(Chorus – Griiim)
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pu**y, 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 pu**y, all the fame, right now
Right now

Gucci Mane – Stutter (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Hook]
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad, lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

[Verse 1]
I’m just tryna fight it off, ain’t tryna nut too quick
She make me wanna take her, she’s another nigga bitch
A bitch that Gucci Mane can’t get, man that bitch don’t exist
This dick so good, I take it from her, she might slit her wrist
Bling blaww burr, I put diamonds on her clit
Fucked her in the air, yeah she ride me on the jet
His and her fur, yeah I bought my chick a fit
Like Edward Scissorhands, yeah she cut up on that dick
G-g-g-good god, so why she standing back like a pic?
Spaghetti straps in my Maybach, she showing off her tits
She ran off on the plug, so I’ma smash her at the Ritz
S-skeeted in her mouth so now she talkin’ with a lisp

[Hook]
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

[Verse 2]
I told her bring a friend with her but she just brought some twins
Three girls and one Gucci Mane god damn I’m goin’ in
All these Franklins on me man I said my name was Ben
Magic City Monday night, I just threw up a ten
Nigga with a attitude I feel like Cube and Ren
These two ice cubes in my ear they cost a quarter M
That pussy hairy scarin’ me god damn she need to trim
The way that bitch took care of me she might get her a Benz
She suck me til’ it tickle me, slow down the neighbors listening
I got her like ten necklaces, you know my diamonds glistenin’
She fucked me then she shot me with her friends, I think she trickin’ me
Her nigga know about me but god damn he can’t get rid of me
She stutter step, sweet in lingerie
I beat it up like MMA she drank it up like Alizé
Eight latin hoes in my room I feel like it’s the fifth of May
Pull up on the kid, you dig?
But bitch I ain’t got time to play

[Hook]
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit
I-I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit
I-I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

Gucci Mane – Crash (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

(Shutup)
Gucci

I let my pockets do the talkin’
I ain’t got nothin’ to say
And if that bitch ain’t pussy poppin’
Get the fuck out my face
And if you niggas ain’t talkin ’bout profit
Then yall ass in the way
LIL’ NIGGA
Talkin loud when he know he a lame

Claimin’ blood
Hell naw, boy you know you’s a dud
Fiendin cuz(?)
Hell naw, boy we know you’s a scrub
Where the love at?
Naw, man you gets no love
Cuz you a lame!
How the fuck you even get in the club?

I got insane young niggas and they trained to go
I point my fingers like a cross, and god send em to yo door
Man yall niggas ain’t no killas, man yall niggas some hoes
Man yall niggas ain’nt no dealers, man yall niggas some Js
I don’t blame you, i blame yo daddy. It was how you was raised

Should take this (?) belt and beat you with it
Like back in the day
You say that Gucci Mane is crazy and I say "I agree"
But they stole so much sauce that I heard their record
And thought it was me
It’s Gucci

LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(talkin trash nigga, but i just wanna crash)

Think you ahead of me nigga?
What you said to me nigga?
Talkin’ shit on the internet, you scared of me nigga?
I got 10 million put away, you can belittle me nigga
LIL NIGGA, dig yo grave I’ll bury yo ass with the figures

LIL NIGGA
I’m the one you wanted to grow up to be
LIL NIGGA
But you’ll never ever, ever be me
LIL NIGGA
Ask yo bitch i bet she say I’m the truth
Matter of fact I’m daydreamin’ about her right now in the booth

Ya Lil BITCH
Wanna crash? We can crash all night
200 rounds in my clip, we can blast all night
LIL BITCH
Speak softly and walk real light
I cut yo head off nigga, you know that plugs don’t fight
It’s Gucci

LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(talkin trash nigga, but i just wanna crash)

Gucci Mane – Greatest Show On Earth (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro]
I get you fuckers locked up for a quarter key
I told you motherfuckers not to fuck with me
Mike WiLL Made It

[Verse 1]
Gucci Mane, and I’m a one man band
Big papa, I got a brand new bag
Fresh out the feds, I got a brand new swag
I don’t mean to brag, but let my mink coat drag
In Vegas they treat me like I’m Elvis Presley
She using her eyes to undress the sexy
Who wanna come down and be the next contestant?
The list get the chance to hang in Gucci’s section
I walk in the spot like I own the venue
You might find your girlfriend on my private menu
But please don’t leave cause I ain’t tryin’ to offend you
But don’t blame me, she got her own agenda
Tie dye shirt on like we at Coachella
Let’s make love and make these other hoes jealous
I might just jump in the crowd like I’m performing heavy metal
I’m one of a kind like this is [?]

[Hook]
Shout out every word in my verse
I need you to scream with me ’til it hurt
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth (Gucci!)
I need you to sing with me ’til it hurt
And shout out every word in my verse
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth, ha

[Verse 2]
Verse number 2, so I’m jumping back in
Bitches chew me up, like the Doublemint twins
Remember I was trappin’ at the Bouldercrest Inn
Now I’m slidin’ down the Crest in a drop top Benz
‘Scuse me, I meant in a drop top ‘R’
Neighborhood celebrity to the worldwide star
In some lowtop Giuseppes, and I’m steppin’ on the bar
8 figure Gucci Mane, now that’s a god damn bar
Choreographer, I don’t need it
Who needs stylist when you this freezy?
Fuck a interview, I talk greasy
[?] a hired man, for what reason?
I’m a one man band, but give the drummer some
Mike WiLL, yeah, the Ear Drummers some
I’m a Black Beatle like Rae Srem’ and them
And every weekend I have an [?]

[Hook]
Shout out every word in my verse
I need you to scream with me ’til it hurt
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth
I need you to sing with me ’til it hurt
And shout out every word in my verse
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth

The LOX feat. Infa-Red & Gucci Mane – Secure The Bag Lyrics

(Intro – DJ Khaled)
Secure the bag
It’s a cold world, bundle up
You better protect the bag
Don’t ever play yourself
Make sure that Y hit
Make sure that safe is safe
Key word, make sure
Brace yourself as I introduce yourself to The LOX
Secure the bag alert

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

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(Verse 1 – Jadakiss)
Yeah, I’m just waiting for that coke to dry up
I need that first half before I even post to fly it
It ain’t nothing worse than dealing with these fake promoters
All these….out here tryna make they quota
Need a slice and I’m good for the day
It’s in my blood so I was naturally good with the yay
You can lose your life in the hood for a game
You know me, I count it twice then I put it away
Yeah, bring some woods and some vanillas through
We chain smoking, haze cookies and guerilla glue
Money right, they glad that it’s pure
Nothing else matters as long as the bag is secure

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke ni**a

(Verse 2 – Sheek Louch)
My flow is strong so my money long, you can tell the way I wear it
I ain’t work this hard to give you my bread, f**k out of here I don’t wanna hear it
My show’s lit, I gots houses s**t, I got more than sneaker money on me
I just stack my bread and use my head, you can ask the ni**as that know me
But I pop for my bottom line, bang, and I don’t even wear no flag
I just wait outside till you come home drunk just to secure that bag
Rubber grip on my Glock, shells all in my pump
I look good as s**t but I’m an old head, who the f**k you talking to chump?
I got 10 bi**hes that’s bad, so tell em why you mad
You broke as f**k and you watching me, ni**a that ain’t chasing no bag
You don’t instagram and brag, you ain’t never had jet lag
You ain’t make it home and gotta leave back out just to secure that bag hah

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

(Verse 3 – Gucci Mane)
It’s Gucci Mane and D-Block and we really sell dope
But don’t quote me bi**h cause I might slit your damn throat
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna stay afloat
And I won’t never, ever, ever, ever go broke
I take the good with the bad, I can even sell trash
I’m a magician with the chopper, I cut your body in half
I got balls made of brass, she got a basketball ass
And I gotta secure the bag, I got a 20 foot stash
And I’m laughing with the money bi**h, she finer than me
The money that they think they getting, that ain’t no money to me
I gotta shout out my connect, that s**t was fronted to me
I had to run the money back, that s**t was punted to me, Wop

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke ni**a

(Verse 4)
Bag coming, secure the s**t
Caught a nice lick knocking off the purest s**t
That man…on some torah s**t
Waiting for the plug to come just so I can score some s**t
Jefe come, jefe go
Let my little esse know we gon go hit Mexico
We gon get this bag like it’s gas, like it’s Texaco
Got a stash house in BK, right on
JFK, bag landing
Laguardia, it’s a bag landing
You can be the man but not the last standing
Ni**as wild as Taliban, all my ni**as black skinned

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

Gucci Mane – AAAA

[Intro – Juiceman]
Aye! Aye! Ok! Ok!
Juicy! Gucci!
Zaytoven, zaytiggi, So Icey Entertainment

[Hook]
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m twerking birds in so we working [x3]
Packing a truck, stop, a trailer back in
We big, flip jugs, we tote it off the forklift
The way my Blood kick you’d think he had a black belt
My scale so Big, Boy can weight his damn self
2000 pounds of mid, I sold that shit my damn self
Washer full of cash, dryer full of X pills
Red rag in my pocket same color my ‘Vette is
My number lower than a ése from Texas
A quarter mil’ in the mail is an investment
A sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert
An Eagle on me, boy, I’m known to tote a desert
I sacked an ounce up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him “meet me by the Checker’s”
I sacked a pound up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him “meet me by the Checker’s”

[Verse 2: – Juiceman]
I’m booming, I’m bunking, I’m serving all the babies
Rap game easy but the dope game gravy
Young Juice man and my life is like the J.Kidd
With stupid fruity crazy swag, jumping on your lady
Banana-donk Chevy interior like the Lakers
LeBron James wrist when I’m fuckin’ with the capers
Hit the trap, stay down, watch the paper
Wake up, booming out the house and J asking for a waiter
Half a brick, whole brick, got me buying Jacobs
Bourbon shoes, walking in the head of the gators

[Hook]

Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

[Hook]
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

Gucci Mane – AAAA Lyrics

[Intro – Juiceman]
Aye! Aye! Ok! Ok!
Juicy! Gucci!
Zaytoven, zaytiggi, So Icey Entertainment

[Hook]
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m twerking birds in so we working [x3]
Packing a truck, stop, a trailer back in
We big, flip jugs, we tote it off the forklift
The way my Blood kick you’d think he had a black belt
My scale so Big, Boy can weight his damn self
2000 pounds of mid, I sold that shit my damn self
Washer full of cash, dryer full of X pills
Red rag in my pocket same color my ‘Vette is
My number lower than a ése from Texas
A quarter mil’ in the mail is an investment
A sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert
An Eagle on me, boy, I’m known to tote a desert
I sacked an ounce up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him “meet me by the Checker’s”
I sacked a pound up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him “meet me by the Checker’s”

[Verse 2: – Juiceman]
I’m booming, I’m bunking, I’m serving all the babies
Rap game easy but the dope game gravy
Young Juice man and my life is like the J.Kidd
With stupid fruity crazy swag, jumping on your lady
Banana-donk Chevy interior like the Lakers
LeBron James wrist when I’m fuckin’ with the capers
Hit the trap, stay down, watch the paper
Wake up, booming out the house and J asking for a waiter
Half a brick, whole brick, got me buying Jacobs
Bourbon shoes, walking in the head of the gators

[Hook]

Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

[Hook]
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

Gucci Mane & Future – Selling Heroin (Free Bricks 2 Zone 6 Edition Mixtape)

[Intro: Future]
Guwop, Wizard
1017, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Future]
My watch and my chains is litty
My rings and ears sadity
Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He ’bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I look like I’m sellin’ heroin
Man, I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
This ain’t a gimmick, it’s an epidemic
I got that shit that’ll bust your heart, make you get to itchin’
I got that shit that make a junkie walk from Mississippi
I got these bitches sellin’ blood to get a fix in
Man she can’t even find a vein to catch a drain
My niggas might hijack a plane to get the cain
I’m Gucci Mane, I feel like Sosa, Moet Mimosa
I got ’em smoking like a motor to meet the quota
This parking spot reserved for kingpins, it’s reserved
I look like I just robbed a kingpin for 100 birds
Man come and holler at your boy, I got that boy
They know Guwop about his bills, LeSean McCoy

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I look like I’m sellin’ heroin
Man, I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin
I look like I’m ssellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin

[Verse 2: Future]
Junkies at the front door, I got junkies at the back door
Got them niggas wrappin’ dummies, I got niggas pullin’ kick doors
I got hoes in Frisco, I got hoes live in the N.O
You want you a ho and you know we call that a demo
Came from out the section, stash a million in the Pinto
’69 Camaro, boy you remixin’ a kilo
Look inside this barrel if you look into the peep hole
I just popped a tab and I keep that Dan Marino
I got European niggas pullin’ heists, prino
I go Donald Trump when I’m lookin’ for the c-notes
You get hit with pump if you fuckin’ with the kilo
Lookin’ at my wrist, man this shit should be illegal
(Like heroin, like heroin, like heroin)

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I look like I’m sellin’ heroin
Man, I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin
I look like I’m ssellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin

[Bridge: Future]
My watch and my chains is litty
My rings and ears sidity
Yeah, my watch and bag a Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He ’bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

GUCCI MANE – Selling Heroin lyrics

Guwop, Wizzop
1017, yeah, yeah

My watch and my chains is litted
My rings and ears sidity
Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

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This ain’t a gimmick, it’s an epidemic
I got that shit that’ll bust your heart, make you get to itching
I got that shit that make a junkie walk from Mississippi
I got these bitches selling blood to get a fix in
Man she can’t even find a vein to catch a drain
My niggas might hijack a plane to get the cain
I’m Gucci Mane, I feel like Sosa, Moet mamosa
I got ’em smoking like a motor to meet the quota
This parking spot reserved for kingpins, it’s reserved
I look like I just robbed a kingpin for 100 birds
Man come and holler at your boy, I got that boy
They know Guwop about his bills, LeSean McCoy

I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

Junkies at the front door, I got junkies at the back door
Got them niggas wrapping dummies
I got niggas pulling kick doors
I got hoes in Frisco, I got hoes live in the NO
You want you a ho and you know we call that a demo
Came from out the section, stash a million in the Pinto
’69 Camaro, boy you remixing send a kilo
Look inside this barrel if you look into the peep hole
I just popped a tab and I keep that Dan Marino
I got European niggas pulling heists, (?)
I go Donald Trump when I’m looking for the c-note
You get hit with pump if you fighting over the kilo
Looking at my wrist, man this shit should be illegal
Like heroin, like heroin, like heroin

I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

My watch and my chains is litted
My rings and ears sidity
Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gucci Mane & Future – Selling Heroin

[Intro]
Guwop, Wizzop
1017, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Future]
My watch and my chains is litted
My rings and ears sadity
Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
This ain’t a gimmick, it’s an epidemic
I got that shit that’ll bust your heart, make you get to itching
I got that shit that make a junkie walk from Mississippi
I got these bitches selling blood to get a fix in
Man she can’t even find a vein to catch a drain
My niggas might hijack a plane to get the cain
I’m Gucci Mane, I feel like Sosa, Moet mamosa
I got ’em smoking like a motor to meet the quota
This parking spot reserved for kingpins, it’s reserved
I look like I just robbed a kingpin for 100 birds
Man come and holler at your boy, I got that boy
They know Guwop about his bills, LeSean McCoy

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

[Verse 2: Future]
Junkies at the front door, I got junkies at the back door
Got them niggas wrapping dummies
I got niggas pulling kick doors
I got hoes in Frisco, I got hoes live in the NO
You want you a ho and you know we call that a demo
Came from out the section, stash a million in the Pinto
’69 Camaro, boy you remixing send a kilo
Look inside this barrel if you look into the peep hole
I just popped a tab and I keep that Dan Marino
I got European niggas pulling heists, (?)
I go Donald Trump when I’m looking for the c-note
You get hit with pump if you fighting over the kilo
Looking at my wrist, man this shit should be illegal
Like heroin, like heroin, like heroin

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

[Bridge: Future]
My watch and my chains is litted
My rings and ears sidity
Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gucci Mane – Selling Heroin lyrics

Guwop, Wizzop
1017, yeah, yeah

My watch and my chains is litted
My rings and ears sidity
Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

This ain’t a gimmick, it’s an epidemic
I got that shit that’ll bust your heart, make you get to itching
I got that shit that make a junkie walk from Mississippi
I got these bitches selling blood to get a fix in
Man she can’t even find a vein to catch a drain
My niggas might hijack a plane to get the cain
I’m Gucci Mane, I feel like Sosa, Moet mamosa
I got ’em smoking like a motor to meet the quota
This parking spot reserved for kingpins, it’s reserved
I look like I just robbed a kingpin for 100 birds
Man come and holler at your boy, I got that boy
They know Guwop about his bills, LeSean McCoy

I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

Junkies at the front door, I got junkies at the back door
Got them niggas wrapping dummies
I got niggas pulling kick doors
I got hoes in Frisco, I got hoes live in the NO
You want you a ho and you know we call that a demo
Came from out the section, stash a million in the Pinto
’69 Camaro, boy you remixing send a kilo
Look inside this barrel if you look into the peep hole
I just popped a tab and I keep that Dan Marino
I got European niggas pulling heists, (?)
I go Donald Trump when I’m looking for the c-note
You get hit with pump if you fighting over the kilo
Looking at my wrist, man this shit should be illegal
Like heroin, like heroin, like heroin

I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

My watch and my chains is litted
My rings and ears sidity
Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gucci Mane – Aggressive letras

[Intro]
Aggressive
Hah, grrr, grrr, grrr
Hah, grrrr, it’s Wizzop, grrrr, hah
(Zaytoven)

[Hook]
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive

[Verse 1]
I’m Gucci Mane the legend, I don’t fuck with you peasants
I’m too heavy to be petty, boy is you balling or begging?
Please stop calling me, nigga, cause I can’t spare not a second
I gives a fuck bout a record, I got a criminal record
These boys so scared of big Gucci, they make subliminal records
Most of these rappers is pussy, they making feminine records
It ain’t a nigga in the industry that I wanna meet
Your favorite rapper a sucker that’s not surprising to me
You can’t be talking to the police then try signing with me
I ain’t cosigning these niggas, I’m only vouching for me
I ain’t letting these soft ass niggas stand on no couches with me
You niggas wasn’t in no trap house stacking up ounces with me, pussy

[Hook]
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive

[Verse 2]
I’m a business of building the man with the millions
You’se collateral damage cause boy you just a civilian
You’se a sheep in a wolf outfit boy you just a chameleon
And you blend in good, but I’ll hurt more than your feelings
I’m a monster, a mobster, a contract killer
I’m a convict, a conman, an ex-drug dealer
I’m the bricks man, hit man, jack boy, kick man
Knock your door off the hinges, I hit big licks and
All my people like heaters, we don’t like features
We love each other, but we don’t like people
We crazy and violent and they can’t teach us
Preachers couldn’t reach us but the hoes gon’ greet us
Cause we balling on you suckers, bitch want more on the bleachers
You niggas real dick riders, male cheerleaders
And you can’t compete with Gucci so just follow the leader
Cause I’m still that boy from Zone 6 that might follow your Regal, pussy

[Hook]
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive

[Outro]
Grrr

Joe – Happy Hour (feat. Gucci Mane) letras

Joe
Gucci

It just hit me
I’m kinda tipsy
But it ain’t to drink inside this glass
That’s got this room spinning way too fast
Where is this [?]?
Vision blurred
Feels like I had more than a few
Under the influence of you
Yeah
Somebody better call me a cab
Take me straight rehab
You got me addicted
And I don’t want a [big seat?]

Happy hour
So intoxicated every time you smile
It’s like wine
Happy hour
When [?] taste maybe I’m wasted
Get’s me high
You’re my happy hour

You got the buzzing
I can’t stop now, girl, I’m loving
It was like we were alone in a crowded room
Don’t want this night to end too soon
So baby, hit me
One more time, let’s make history (I love you)
Excuse me if I shed too much
I can’t help if you fill my cup

Somebody better call me a cab
Take me straight rehab
You got me addicted
And I don’t want a [big seat?]

Happy hour
So intoxicated every time you smile
It’s like wine
Happy hour
When [?] taste maybe I’m wasted
Get’s me high (So high)
You’re my happy hour

One more shot
Here we go, here we go
Throw it back
Here we go, here we go
Girl, I’m fading
You make me feel so good
(You’re my happy hour)

Girl, if I’d write a book, you’d be my last [?]
Got me sad like when Joe said this was his last album
I ain’t tryna flirt at you but nothing else matter
Since she fuck, we’ll go up that fucking [?]

They say the devil wears Prada [?] just lotion air
Well Lynden Lyman, roll with me, I’ll keep you fresh as hell
I had your fingers on [?], Nick [?]
Our favorite pink, so what about her pink [fur?]
Open the door for my lil’ mama, I’m her chofer
I even buy you own [?] from the showroom floor
Like I’m addicted, give me something and I want more
You got me thinking ‘what the hell I need a blander for?’
Oh man, a robbery, what the hell I need a trunk for?
We on a zebra work, so why I got [?] on our force
[?] with me, just drop your mouth and make a detour
‘Cause if you’re looking for a d-boy I’ll be right here

Happy hour
So intoxicated every time you smile
It’s like wine (It’s like wine)
Happy hour
When [?] taste maybe I’m wasted
Get’s me high (So high)
You’re my…

One more shot
Here we go, here we go
Throw it back
Here we go, here we go
Girl, I’m fading
You make me feel so good
(You’re my happy hour)

Lotto Savage – Trapped It Out (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane) letras

[Hook]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out

[Verse 1]
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap going crazy
Junkie heat the dope, fiendin’ for the blow
Nosey old neighbor (double up)
Keep on calling twelve while pushing bail
Someone gon’ pay up
Pour up the 4’s and the lemonade while
We cook up in the microwave
TMT, Slaughter Gang
Gotta keep the choppa by the door
Fourty in the sofa, I’ve been whippin’ soda
Plug came in with the pains
Drop it in the soda, got me leanin’ over
Beat the block, and gotta feed the block
[?]
Selling ice cream to a dope fiend
Buying ice cream for the children

[Hook]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out

[Verse 2]
If you take a picture, it’ll last longer
On your ass like some pants on you
Slaughtergang, slaughtergang, 2-gang, murdergang, smash homie
Trap house going crazy
Beat the block, now I’m having cash homie
All my nigga thinkin’ everybody bloody
Nigga playing, we gon’ spazz on him
I come from a Penny, no Hardaway
Now I heat the club and make a title wave
I got stain, I’m poppin’ like a microwave
I trapped the whole house out in Michael J
Michael Jackson that them Jimmy Choo
Drop the Mortal Kombat off and finish you
You tried to gain, nigga outbidded you
Lotto Savage having plenty juice

[Hook]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out

[Outro]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out

24hrs – Not Impressed (feat. Gucci Mane) letras

[Intro]
(6, 6, 6)
That bitch a boss, that bitch a boss
Wop, 24, it’s Gucci, Wop

[Hook: 24hrs]
40,000 on my neck
Bad bitch around me not breast
Came out the mud, I’ve seen less
Seen your new bitch, not impressed
Seen your new ride, not impressed
Seen your new house, not impressed
Seen your pay tab, not impressed
20 is just not impressed, no

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
20 is fly as a pelican
20 got hoes that be telling him
20 put diamonds on shawty neck
20 gon’ swim in if shawty wet
She just wanna run up a dirty check
I might pop me a xanny next
She wanna peep on the dirty set
She wanna peep on the dirty set
Diamonds they drip and they water now
Waited my turn and I started now
The kush that I’m smoking is (?)
The flight that we taking is private now
Diamond Louis is my bracelet
Piped that now they evasive
20 getting flied by the wasted
20 get white boy wasted

[Hook: 24hrs]
40,000 on my neck
Bad bitch around me not breast
Came out the mud, I’ve seen less
Seen your new bitch, not impressed
Seen your new ride, not impressed
Seen your new house, not impressed
Seen your pay tab, not impressed
20 is just not impressed, no

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
This shit is unbearable, niggas is pitiful
Don’t want no feature, you niggas is miserable
Jewelry is terrible, jump up your visual
Know that you’re sick, go get a physical
Gucci the G, capital G
Watching your bitch while the world watching me
Taping this chick while she sucking my dick
And I love to show off so do you want my seat
Killing it, killing it, killing the P
You must have 10 million to kick it with me
Check out my specs, life is a spectacle
Her brain is the best, so intellectual
Get ahead of myself, I’m a heterosexual
My diamonds, my wardrobe is extraterrestrial
Four million dollars I spent on my neck
I seen what you rocking but I’m not impressed

[Hook: 24hrs]
40,000 on my neck
Bad bitch around me not breast
Came out the mud, I’ve seen less
Seen your new bitch, not impressed
Seen your new ride, not impressed
Seen your new house, not impressed
Seen your pay tab, not impressed
20 is just not impressed, no

[Bridge: 24hrs]
I said baby what’s your favorite song? (24)
She said 24 and Gucci Mane (Wop)
I said baby what’s your favorite song? (24)
She said 24 and Gucci Mane (Gucci)

[Hook: 24hrs]
40,000 on my neck
Bad bitch around me not breast
Came out the mud, I’ve seen less
Seen your new bitch, not impressed
Seen your new ride, not impressed
Seen your new house, not impressed
Seen your pay tab, not impressed
20 is just not impressed, no

[Outro]
That bitch a boss, that bitch a boss
24, it’s Gucci, whew, whew, whew
20 is just not impressed, no

Gucci Mane – Aggressive (Woptober Album) letras

[Intro]
Aggressive
Hah, grrrr, grrr, grrr
Hah, grrrr, it’s Wizzop, grrrr, hah
(Zaytoven)

[Hook]
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive

[Verse 1]
I’m Gucci Mane the legend I don’t fuck with you peasants
I’m too heavy to be petty, boy is you balling or begging?
Please stop calling me nigga cause I can spell not a second
I gives a fuck bout a record, I got a criminal record
These boys so scared of big Gucci, they make subliminal records
Most of these rappers is pussy, they making feminine records
It ain’t a nigga in the industry that I wanna meet
Your favorite rapper a sucker that’s not surprising to me
You can’t be talking to the police then try signing with me
I ain’t cosigning these niggas, I’m only vouching for me
I ain’t letting these soft ass niggas stand on no couches with me
You niggas wasn’t in no trap house stacking up ounces with me, pussy

[Hook]
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive

[Verse 2]
I’m a business of building the man with the millions
Used collateral damage cause boy you just a civilian
You’se a sheep in a wolf outfit boy you just a chameleon
And you blend in good but I’ll hurt more than your feelings
I’m a monster, a mobster, a contract killer
I’m a convict, a conman, an ex-drug dealer
I’m the bricks man, hit man, jack boy, kick man
Knock your door off the hinges, I hit big licks and
All my people like heaters, we don’t like features
We love each other but don’t like people
We crazy and violent and they can’t teach us
Preachers couldn’t reach us but the hoes gon greet us
Cause we balling on you suckers, bitch want more on the bleachers
You niggas real dick riders, male cheerleaders
And you can’t compete with Gucci so just follow the leader
Cause I’m still that boy from Zone 6 that might follow your Regal, pussy

[Hook]
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive