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from Twista - Category F5 (2009)
CHORUS
Said we waling on ice With our wrist like BRRR! And our chain like AYE! And our diamonds like OKAY! And our cars be super fast And we smokin up that ganz Twista, Juiceman, Gucci man we get that cash REPEAT CHORUS *TWISTA* Now when I spit it for the niggas and the bitches, I be coming with a flow and it be so bizarre Kick ass like Bruce Lee Cause I've got diamonds like - Woo taa! And the cush is like - Woo taa! And the cars is like - woooooo! My sound effects make um' say YOU'S A MUTHA FUCKIN FOOL You can tell from the streets, I got love from and I'm fresh, And you can't take it, You can tell from the neck, I'm plugged yes I'M IN THE MATRIX OJ and GUCCI, tell me who that nigga right there that been seen wit' ya, Named after the car, so call me PEARL-TANGERINE-TWISTA, If she is my chiba Then she is my fiance, My Nina's a Diva, So I call her Beyonce My chain got me leaning, so I call it a Bombay, My watch is conceited, so I call it a KANYE! CHORUS x2 *GUCCI MANE* I'm smokin' on that Ganja like a Rasta, Jewelry sIck my Jeweler need a doctor, Your not my type of hype Girl you look like MUNSTA! Head game lame Gucci man a flunk ya, Candy ice game, thuggin' since a yungsta, Candy watch game, watch like Willy Wonka, Don't make me tell my nigga Woo (Woo da kid) to trunk ya, A wakaflaka flames to DOUBLE-PUMP YA COMMA, COMMA, COMMA, Boy go win ya BANKS up! Me and Juiceman, let's go buy some more stuff! Fuck a broad man, we down to put the house up! Put your hood up, THEN STEP YOUR GAME UP! CHORUSx2 *OJ THE JUICEMAN* Alaska and Atlanta, Fo rings shawty Three chains swang,D-U-B's on my charger Yes im a STUNTER,and im doing NUMBERS! Right Wrist NASTY, left wrist DUMBER! I spunt (spent) the whole hunderd (hundred) on a neckless and a Hummer! Ballin' like a Nba Star wit dem commas, Chain like Karate Kid, kicking white diamonds, Wax on Wax off, DAMN MY DIAMONDS SHININ' Pull up in that Gray thang, 28 Asanti's, Fo pockets full cuz Juiceman get dat money, Six cell phones 2 trap spots Bunkin Yung Juiceman blowing pounds of dat FUNKY! CHORUSx2 |
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from Mario - Breakup [single] (2009)
I love you, but I don’t think I can love you anymore
Hook: When I kiss you so good Why would you wanna break up? When this loving is so good Why would you wanna break up? When I hit that so good Why would you wanna break up? When this feeling is so good Why would you wanna break up? Loving you, loving you, loving you When I’m, when I’m Loving you, loving you Why would you wanna break up? (Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? Verse [Gucci Mane]: Now baby girl have dumped me She no longer wants me I’m no longer higher She says that I’ve been fired on to the next one More fish in the sea Girls are like buses Miss one, next 15 one comin’ Gucci Mane crazy and his ice game stuntin’ Swag so stupid still the bitch straight dumped me Over, no more smokin’ doja Baby girl went AWOL She used to be my soulja Verse [Mario]: (Don’t) Don’t I lace you with the Gucci? (Don’t) Don’t I deck you in the Louis? (Don’t) Don’t I make your earlobes freeze? (Don’t) Don’t when I dive, I dive deep? I know I be, gone I know I be, gone I know I be, (flirtin with them girls) I know I be, sayin I’d be right back, but take too long I know I be, saying I be faithful but I don’t I know I be Making you them promises Then breaking your heart again Telling you she wasn’t who she was Then we arguing, but baby ( I love you ) loving you, loving you, loving you When I’m, when I’m Loving you, loving you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I been driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? loving you, loving you, loving you When I’m, when I’m Loving you, loving you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I been driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? You might be familiar, But to me you're a model, Everything that I-I-I ever seen in a model, If you’re leaving baby, don’t leave me till tomorrow Tonight we gon’ get a little tipsy, with a bottle. You gonna get me up I’ma take them down I’m gonna change my ways We gon’ work it out Girl I wouldn’t be the same if you was with somebody else Girl it wouldn’t be the same if I was with somebody else I know I made mistakes before, Promise you won’t get hurt no more, I got what you like it, you know Once you lay down , It’s on. loving you, loving you, loving you When I’m, when I’m Loving you, loving you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I been driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? loving you, loving you, loving you When I’m, when I’m Loving you, loving you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I been driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? Verse [Gucci Mane] Why you wanna leave me, You should wanna tease me, Bein icy ain’t easy, I make it look easy, Used to cover your belly Let ya rock Louis Now it's, Fuck shawty I don’t like Gucci (Gucci, Gucci, Gucci) loving you, loving you, loving you When I’m, when I’m Loving you, loving you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I been driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? loving you, loving you, loving you When I’m, when I’m Loving you, loving you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I been driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? So why would you break up, break up,(break up) yeah I’m back baby |
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from Drama - Gangsta Grillz : The Album Vol.2 (2009)
Ay, ay, ay
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money Chillin' with two women, me and mister thanksgiving I'll be some where fly, Thanksgiving goin' swimming While you was wearing snorkels, I was out snorkeling Of course I'm shit on these niggas like porcelain It's more than love with this money I'm infatuated Captivated by the diamonds and capsulated Shooting range in the basement, Olympic size pool With pool table adjacent, I love me some money I stash money fast money Comin' on bumpin' them onions Bunking and crossing the country So, so don't cross me you monkey Sleeping on 50s and 20 Rollin' up onions and hundreds, pulling in porches And phantoms, fancies be throwing their panties Drama and cannon demand it Gucci and Drama they panic Ugh, they sick they vomit Put some more commas in front of it Drama got Gucci he stuntin' Gucci and Drama we done it We got so much money, 'bout our money Some money mo' money, dummy I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money Uh, money gotta big house, money got a bad girl Money make you famous, money rule the whole world Money set trends, money is in the Benz Money got associates acting like friends Money, money he owe money money he blow Money got sexy ladies dancing on da pole Money got dem on a stroll, money platinum and gold Money make 'em shake it like Beyonce Knowles Only God knows the things I do for money That's a young fly man Check out them dimensions, 20s, 50s and 100s Don't you make me look good when you see us out stuntin'? Catch a whif, find out that's yo' bitch Catch her pushin' your wheel, then the go and pushing clips She got me going crazy I'm coo coo for boucoup bucks Plus I can't lie, boo, it's only you I love I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I'm 'bout my instrument, I'm 'bout my doe I'm on my hustle (Man) You already know. I'm getting stacks, I'm hitting lick I'm packing pounds and bagging bricks You got them [unverified], I gotta laugh You talking Oz but selling halves Where your connect? How much you got? That's all he holdin'? Man, I buy him out I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money |
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from Drama - Gangsta Grillz : The Album Vol.2 (2009)
[Gucci Mane - Verse 1]
Ridiculous, it's hilarious how yo' girl is starin' kid All the flows I carry stickin' It ain't no comparison the clarity is excellent Breitling cost ya budget bitch that's why a nigga flexin' it Coulda bought a mini mansion but I bought a necklace Coulda bought a Bentley but instead I bought a Chevrolet Donk is sittin' ridiculous, thaik I'm hittin' switches bitch Nah them ain't no switches Bitches chrome liftes 26's Trap house with 'bout twenty kitchens Twenty chickens Twenty minutes Twenty chickens Twenty minutes I'ma scratch out every penny Two will make a three and that one will bring an extra twenty I was gettin' it, I admit it But right now I'm extra gettin' it MVP is my statistic I just scored a triple double Coke and kush and extacy my trap is guaranteed to bubble MVP is my statistic I just scored a triple double Coke and kush and extacy my trap is guaranteed to bubble [Gucci Mane - Chorus] 150 grand on both wrists This shit ridiculous Rims cost a whole chicken This shit ridiculous Chain cost a whole ticket This shit ridiculous Hummer truck on thirty inches This shit ridiculous [Yo Gotti - Chorus] Sixteen for a whole chicken This shit ridiculous Powder 'round the whole kitchen This shit ridiculous Watch ya mouth cuz the FEDS listenin' This shit ridiculous Watch ya boy, cuz that nigga's snitchin' This shit ridiculous [Yo Gotti - Verse 2] New Benz That bitch ridiculous Vitamin Water paint job and I ain't 50 Cent Big Bird yellow D's no Sesame Street Cookie Monster of the hood cuz I love to eat Ridiculous watch Ridiculous chain Ridiculous bitch, cuz she got Ridiculous brain She ridiculous thick I don't remember her name, ridiculous dog got to treat hoes the same I'll take 'em the linens, I'll might buy all purse She gon' fuck all my niggas She gon' ride with that work Ridiculous whip Ridiculous crib Ridiculous life that's just the way that I live You a hater Dick in the ass taker Fake ass gangsta with a fake ass Jacob Moscow nigga look at the shit you make up Cocaine cowboy look at this shit I shake-up [Chorus] |
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from Drama - Gangsta Grillz : The Album Vol.2 (2009)
A cocaina cowboy, got ounces in my house boy
Bricks stashed in the basement, case a drought I bring 'em out, boy And I wipe you out, boy, without leaving my house, boy Remember that before you open up yo' mouth, boy Yo' woman give me nice jaw, say that you her boy toy She just give me la choy, treat her like you like her Breaking down ten bails of kush, I think I need a lighter Pulled up in my spiker but rolled off in my spider Thinking like a miser, I'm acting like a tiger 20 bails and show yo' nigga 850 an hour Gucci Mane and Willie Kid, you silly bitch The stupidest critics try to rate dis shit Affiliate the animal, so icey the cannibal I pistol whip yo' manager, scratch off in the challenger Vacation in Canada, drop dis shit like dinosaur 40 bones wrapped up wit fruti, all 'em bitches gotta go I stepped up my visuals, mo' diamonds than yo' jeweler hoe Gucci Mane, so Icey got mo' diamonds than a jewelry store Mo' diamonds than a jewelry store Gucci You talking money niggas, you talking hoes nigga You talking dope nigga, don't want no smoke nigga I take advantage, make a body vanish Then I vanish in the vanquish, my white boys And Candace got choppas for the low, we moving snow avalanches Never folding like a pamphlet or flaking like it's dandruff Control like damage, catch me on the yacht Sleeping good on a hammock but hood like a sugar sandwich Put a bandage on my cuts, VVS man I put a bullet in you and man, yeah, yes man Willie the kid, I'm a decorated soldier And I'm stacking bills like Oldsmo, Vaseline and foldgers Kerosene and loads of brown paper bags Cash Money like it's krogers, hood stock holders Stashing never visit the banks much I put you niggas in the paint like a paint brush Me and Gucci roll like sushi, bubble like Jacuzzi Closet full of coogi muthafucker You talking money nigga, you talking hoes nigga You talking dope nigga don't want no smoke nigga Smoke and worth it fool, keep yo' cool If you do hide yo' plate 'cause we gon' eat yo' food I got some men I swear will come up out the cuts in groups Ain't wearing jerseys but they came out to the courts to shoot You don't want that smoke, boy, I got that choke smoke Throat hitter shots, you don't believe me nigga watch See that's how niggas die, trying to know who and why [Unverified] You the reason yo' whole crew got popped Popped the rugger top drove half dis nigga head off His brain sitting 'em like its in a drop I'm riding hollow tips, 'em ain't spinning Daytons Keep smoke around me like I'm Sammy Davis Kush smoking got a nigga looking half Asian Rolled it up on [unverified] and 20 due in 80 Seem like these niggas hate it since I'm affiliated I throw 'em E's and 'em A's just to initiate it |
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from Mariah Carey - Obsessed [single] (2009)
And I was like, "Why you so obsessed with me?"
So oh oh, so oh oh (repeat) Will the real MC please step to the mic? MC, you need an MC, place to be MC the MC All up in the blogs Say we met at the bar When I don't even know who you are Say we up in your house Sayin' I'm up in your car But you in LA and I'm out at Jermaine’s I'm up in the A- you're so so lame And no one here even mentions your name It must be the weed, it must be the E 'Cause you be poppin', hood, you get it pop,pin' Ooh why you so obsessed with me? Boy, I want to know! Lyin' that you're sexin' me When everybody knows it's clear that you're upset with me Ohh finally found a girl that you couldn't impress Last man on the Earth still couldn't hit this You're delusional, you're delusional Boy, you're losing your mind It's confusin' yo, you're confused, you know Why you wasting your time? Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex See right through you like you're bathin' in Windex Ooh ohh ohh boy, why you so obsessed with me? And all the ladies sing, all the girls sing Soo ohhhh, soo ohh obsessed You on your job, you hatin' hard Ain't gon' feed you, I'mma let you starve Gaspin' for air, I'm ventilation You out of breath, hope you ain't waitin' Tellin' the world how much you miss me But we never were so why you trippin' You a mom and pop, I'm a corporation I'm the press conference, you a conversation Ooh why you so obsessed with me? Boy I want to know... lyin' that you're sexin me When everybody knows it's clear that you're upset with me Ohh finally found a girl that you couldn't impress Last man on the Earth still couldn't hit this You're delusional, you're delusional Boy, you're losing your mind It's confusin yo, you're confused you know Why you wasting your time? Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex See right through you like you're bathin' in Windex Ooh ohh ohh boy, why you so obsessed with me? And all the ladies sing, all the girls sing Soo ohhhh, soo ohh obsessed.. |
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from Wale - Attention Deficit (2009)
Chorus:
Girls, I ask em do they smoke? Ask em what do they know? Ask em can we go? Pretty girls.. Sunshine in the air, perfume everywhere Girls are everywhere Verse 1: Thanks to the flow right now what up A lime to a lemon remind you of the sky when im fuckin and we on cloud nine for that minute Admire your style and your physique and I aint trying to critique but you deserve a good drink, so whats up? What you sippin on? Its no problem Black and gold models like im pro-New Orleans but shawty im far from a saint but I got two A-mex's that look the same way Wale, D.C. thats me huh, my Prada say Prada and they Prada say Fela I aint gotta tell ya they know about me huh Come to D.C. and I can make you a believer See baby im a leader they always from a Libra And I aint trying to lead you wrong sugar I need ya So would you please listen to what Imma need from you Not for tonight, but for tomorrow's amnesia Chorus: Girls, I ask em do they smoke? Ask em what do they know? Ask em can we go? Pretty girls.. Sunshine in the air( ey shawty you gotta take your purse off for this one baby) perfume everywhere(No matter where you from we goin to D.C. right now) Girls are everywhere( what up) Pretty Girls x2 Ugly girls be quiet (quiet), pretty girls clap like this Ugly girls be quiet (quiet), pretty girls clap(clap) like this Verse 2: Okay you have em in amazement switchin four lanes in that 09' range while im singing oh trey shit Its like this all day Okay my names Wale they probably know me from the you know Boss in my Hugo, Floss like my two fer My flow is on Pluto, them rollins aint plutons Ha, Ya shawty thats G-shit, tokyo spinners, ya shawty thats G-shit Please give head to that new D.C. shit, Im a PG shit, I aint finna keep it And i be with so I got B.B.C. shit, even if I didnt I would ball like ,arenus, swish Now shawty this is what Imma need from you Not for tonight, but for tomorrow's amnesia Chorus: Girls, I ask em do they smoke? Ask em what do they know? Ask em can we go? Pretty girls.. Sunshine in the air, perfume everywhere Girls are everywhere Pretty Girls x2 Ugly girls be quiet (quiet), pretty girls clap like this Ugly girls be quiet (quiet), pretty girls clap(clap) like this |
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from Jamie Foxx - Speak French [Dirty Version] [single] (2009)
Ooh baby, I like kissin' you
Ooh baby, I like kissin' I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down Parlez-vous francais? That's not the language I speak But your body got me sayin' some things That people in France don't speak Take the elevator up to the 22nd level That's where you meet me, babe Girl, when you get up to the 22nd level That's when the violin play I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down Shawty, go dumb I run her good [Incomprehensible] Give her she got wisdom I took my diamond off my pinky put it on her thumb Now she can't close her mouth and when she smile Bright as the sun Lip service, room service I walk in the club husbands get nervous I don't mean to diss but I don't like to kiss But you so fuckin' fine I took that rule off my list She walked in kissed the hottest rapper on his lips I took a picture of my dick and sent it as a gift Jamie the entertainer, Gucci the idiot She came to the house start kissin' it immediate I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down As a matter of fact I got a better sensation If you let me do that I got a stronger rotation 'Cause so many guys ruin the pleasant surprise Take the elevator up to the 22nd level That's where you meet me, babe Girl, when you get up to the 22nd level That's when the violin play Watchin' you go up the staircase Got me imaginin' some of the craziest ideas Of you and me makin' love Girl somethin' on your mind But you aint gotta say it There's a chance you wanna take And you gon' have to take it And there's a blueprint to a girl For she standin' naked Damn you naked, you standin' naked And damn there somethin' crazy about the way you say that I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down Only red roses for you, baby And only white roses for you, baby But I gotta keep it ghetto Gotta keep my girl in stilettos While she sittin' here singin' this demo Sing it, sing it, parlez-vous francais? I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down |
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from Jamie Foxx - Speak French [Clean Version] [single] (2009)
Ooh baby, I like kissin' you
Ooh baby, I like kissin' I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down Parlez-vous francais? That's not the language I speak But your body got me sayin' some things That people in France don't speak Take the elevator up to the 22nd level That's where you meet me, babe Girl, when you get up to the 22nd level That's when the violin play I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down Shawty, go dumb I run her good [Incomprehensible] Give her she got wisdom I took my diamond off my pinky put it on her thumb Now she can't close her mouth and when she smile Bright as the sun Lip service, room service I walk in the club husbands get nervous I don't mean to diss but I don't like to kiss But you so fuckin' fine I took that rule off my list She walked in kissed the hottest rapper on his lips I took a picture of my dick and sent it as a gift Jamie the entertainer, Gucci the idiot She came to the house start kissin' it immediate I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down As a matter of fact I got a better sensation If you let me do that I got a stronger rotation 'Cause so many guys ruin the pleasant surprise Take the elevator up to the 22nd level That's where you meet me, babe Girl, when you get up to the 22nd level That's when the violin play Watchin' you go up the staircase Got me imaginin' some of the craziest ideas Of you and me makin' love Girl somethin' on your mind But you aint gotta say it There's a chance you wanna take And you gon' have to take it And there's a blueprint to a girl For she standin' naked Damn you naked, you standin' naked And damn there somethin' crazy about the way you say that I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down Only red roses for you, baby And only white roses for you, baby But I gotta keep it ghetto Gotta keep my girl in stilettos While she sittin' here singin' this demo Sing it, sing it, parlez-vous francais? I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down |
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from Yo Gotti - 5 Star Remix [single] (2009)
Ftet - Gucci Mane, Trina, & Nicki Minaj
Cheaaa Ay you kno I'm lookin 4 a 5 star bitch talkin bout (Bur) I'm talkin AboUt A Bitch lookin like she jus stepped out a magazine I'm talkin niggaz I'm gon be somethin serious (Gucci Mane) Gotti here go twelve bars Gucci mane got 9 cars We dnt call em dimes no more 09' we call em 5 stars I'm a 5 star nigga, dis a 5 star clique Dats a 645, dis dat new m6 Pay ha bills get ha hair fixed Might even pay ha rent And da way she give it to me Best money I eva spent I can't even lie (why) I'm so supa high (high) Do not need her, will not keep her Unless she supaFly Gucci manes a thug b, Ya man is a scrub see She loves me now, She loves you not Yea all me bitches love me And if you in atlanta Look up gucci gurl and beep me And we cand find a 5 star hotel You can meet me (Chorus) Dats a 5 star chick (3x) Man dats a 5 star chick, if yo credit score high Feet and nails stay fly, keep ya juice box wet Nd ya head sum'n fine You a five star chick (4x) I want a five star chick I need a 5 star chick I need a 5 star chick I want a five star chick (Yo Gotti) It's ya boy yo gotti, I do grade A shit I'm da realist nigga walkin And dis da remix, And still I'm out here lookin 4 a 5 star chick When I catch ha, Ima bless ha Wit a 5 star kiss She a natural born hustla She aint chasin no suckas On a mission for a real nigga She aint neva fucked a busta So ya cars nd ya jewlery Dat she really dnt exCite And all dem hatin ass hoes In da club wanna fiGht ha She was born in da 'A', Went to school in DC Gotta job in Dallas Texas, Then moved to tennessee If you aint a 5 star, Need to go ahead and face it Fake gucci fake louie, Shawty dat'll make you basic (Chorus) Dat aint a 5 star chick It aint a 5 star chick (3x) (Trina) See I'm a 5 star bitch Cause I aint dat otha bitch She been stugglin for hers From da womb I been rich I aint gotta talk about da money And da shoe game All you gotta do is Google trina See da proof name? Cause aint nun of dese hoes, Doin shows in the recession Dey cards get declined, Now dey sufferin a depression While I'm spendin mills Signin all kinda deals I'm a 5 star bitch, Eating 5 star meals My whole life style Like comin to America All my Louie luggage You see my bag? How I carry her Walkin through the airport Like I'm in a parade on my hologram Loggin on to e-Trade (Chorus) Dats a 5 star chick (4x) If yo credit score high, feet and nails stay fly Keep ya juice box wet, nd ya head sum'n fine You a five star chick (4x) I want a five star chick I need a 5 star chick I need a 5 star chick I want a five star chick (Nicki Minaj) I just had a epiphany, I need to go to Tiffany's Fendi on my slippers, And my cookies always slippery I don't need help, I pay da bills on time So I be yellin 'fuck em' With a dildo sign Five little mama, you a Three star I aint sleepin when I say I'm in my dream car Oh did I stutta? Harajuku hyphen, BarBie... I'm hot I think it's time to put the rice in I was in the chair, I was gluing my weave in When you hit the stage They was booin and leavin Young money red flag, No more auditions Ask Lil Wayne who da 5 star bitch is! (Chorus) Dats a 5 star chick (3x) Now dats a 5 star chick |
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from Young Money - We Are Young Money (2010)
Man fuck these niggas
I'm a spare everything but these niggas I flip the gun and gun Buck these niggas Take the knife off this AK and cut these niggas Yeah and fuck these bitches I swear I care bout everything but these bitches I don't care I so what these bitches And I put young mula baby way above these bitches If it ain't broke don't break it And if he ain't shook I'm gon' shake him Hope I don't look weak 'cause when a wolf cry wolf you still see that wolfs teeth muthafuckaaaa Futuristic handgun if you act foul you get two shots and one I'm at your face like mancum You niggas softer then roseanne's son You cannot reach me on my Samsung I'm busy fuckin' the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue Crazy muthafucka I am one but the crazy thing is I began one All white bricks I'm straight like it's jumpin' back to 36 nigga Big house long hall ways got 10 bathrooms I can shit all day nigga And we don't want no problems OK your a goon what's a goon to a goblin Yeah big kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby What the fuck is up It's Gucci Mane the G It's Titty boy no pity boy Big scarcity the city boy So Icy so no Nike boy Just Gucci Louis Prada 'scuse me Gucci Mane keep shittin' on me Why that boy keep buyin' jewelry East Atlanta cockin' hammers Bandanas on car antennas No we do not talk to strangers Just cut off these niggas fingaz Gucci's armed and dangerous Cocaine Codeine and Angel Dust This AK 47'll hitchu everywhere from ankle up Clip the size of Nia Long Clips long as a Pringles can 45 desert eagle on me you'll think I'm an eagles fan Tony Braxton sniper rifle Make you neva breathe again Fuck that nigga Kill that nigga Bring him back Kill him again Gucciii Yeah the money is the motive Fuck with the money it get ugly as coyote OK I'm reloadin' better pull it if you tote it I buy a pound break it down and put it in a stogie Swagga so bright I don't even need light I'm with a model broad she don't even eat rice But would you believe that she dykes And she asked for a pitcher so I gave her three strikes I'm the man around this muthafucka I'm so hot you probably catch a tan around this muthafucka This rap game I got my hand around this muthafucka Yeah I said game but I ain't playin' around this muthafucka Yeah I'm the best to ever do it bitch And you the best at never doin' shit If you the shit then I'm sewer rich Try me and I'll have your people readin' eulogies I swear you can't fuck with me But I can fuck yo girl and make her nut for me Then slut for me then kill for me then steal for me and of course it'll be yo cash Then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to yo ass And we don't want no problems OK your a goon what's a goon to a goblin Yeah big Kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby Uh man suck my clip Swallow my bullets And dontchu spit I am the hip hop socialist Life is a gamble and I'm all about my poker chips Do you want a dose of this I will make the most of this F is for ferocious murder your associates The top is so appropriate This is just where I belong Keep a hard dick for ya girlfriend to wobble on Weezy And we don't want no problems OK your a goon what's a goon to a goblin Yeah big kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby And we don't want no problems OK your a goon what's a goon to a goblin Yeah big kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
Ahhhhh gucci, gu u u ci
Ahhhhh gucci, gucci ahh Nothings goin to stop my reign(2x) Gucci Mane Hurt my opponents run through problems Stoppable i jump over obstacles To stop my grind like stoppin sunshine so improbable Probable mission impossible I said it two times nigga, nigga stop lying Nigga tryin to sell but im just not buying Look so nice but the kids knocked down I swear its sicker than a new fruit i got called swine Standin on twine like a uniform Truck like a uniform Everydays a work day But dont wear uniform Gucci Mane a dabudon Trouble like a capacorn Trouble month goin on money makin marathon O joka i be robbin And the riddle is batmans comb Tryin fuck my money up And rep koril lik Pacman Jones Dont print me fingerprint me But can we agree, to disagree Im from east atlanta 6 where the boy dump bricks But we dont bump the blueprint three Nigga box me jus like mesh p Cant fuck me like resh p Like ali i float like a butterfly Sting like a bee cuz its bug gucci ,gucci Chorus: Streets derail maybe god don't feel me Make oppurtunity knock but it jus e-mail DA mail make watch me jail Take it like a champ wile the world mail me Young dont like me jay outsell me Nothing in the word Kanye couldn't tell me You can be anyone but Gucci Jaws so hard i can hardly do it Cause whoever i hurt you should live that movement Bae giv hev a chance through you new Convicted fellon my little friends jailin My stash here you go and my bones dun swellin Krazy so i need boyz dat really My home kept skerp and my porch so iry So heartbroken my first felt weary Fall in the club and the hoe start cheerin So hear me hear me i now yall hear me I dont like writin to mutch not really But i like brilies thrown by jimmy But i got a second chance like dis can fell me This is rap music this is trap music Oo boy da kelly they got jerk movemont Brick squad we rock da block Gucci mane our fourths cocked Chours(2x) |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
Gucci, gucci
Whats up corey Back in the trap! Heavy, real heavy, its so heavy, heavy, real heavy Gucci, gucci, gucci, gucci, Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy, Somebody help me, My neck hurt, my chain heavy, Heavy, door heavy, flow heavy, Gucci bag full of cash, its so heavy, Listen, i cant land it, i go get it, My ego gettin too big, its too heavy, My head gettin too big, its so heavy, Somebody help me, took all this cash its too heavy. My bitch say everytime she look up im bout to do a cook up , I told he if she know like i know she will shut the fuck up, Introduce color the soda and i said yall need to hook up, I pimp that white girl like a mother fuckin hooker, I took 300 out my stash and i went and bought a phantom, I need some toilet paper, im the shit in east atlanta, On a 90 day tour so my niggas really miss me, I couldnt kick it with them so i took my whole hood with me, And i just got out of jail, ya they tried to michael vick me, I gave my lawyer half a mill and told him come and get me, Im not wit g-unit but this drum here cost me 50, This chain another 50 plus a hundred of you snitches. Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy, Somebody help me, My neck hurt, my chain heavy, Heavy, door heavy, flow heavy, Gucci bag full of cash, its so heavy, Listen, i cant land it, i go get it, My ego gettin too big, its too heavy, My head gettin too big, its so heavy, Somebody help me, took all this cash its too heavy. Im so confused, dont have a clue, man, what to do. Should i rob him, or should i serve him, you know the rules, I keep miami heat, got more scrap then a gun show, Run up on the kid, i have you moarning like alonzo, Try me if you want to, i send my shooters pronto, I know u die, but hell i dont know where you gotta go, Run up on me wrong, try your luck, cause i dont think so, This four four that i told a libra, whole size of a pot hole. Yeah i got amigo, but they dont bring me tacco, Only bring me kilos, but keep that on the d lo. Im getting my tip fade cut, bouldercrest, and flat show, Wish a nigga would run up on me like im brisco. Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy, Somebody help me, My neck hurt, my chain heavy, Heavy, door heavy, flow heavy, Gucci bag full of cash, its so heavy, Listen, i cant land it, i go get it, My ego gettin too big, its too heavy, My head gettin too big, its so heavy, Somebody help me, took all this cash its too heavy. Uh well i think i need a hundred pack, and i aint even finished, Im im in this deuplex in the 6, i only use the kitchen, Im the same with my grinder post, yeah i got big bags of smoke, You fuck niggas dont call my phone unless you wanna buy some dro, I got birds like atlanta zoo, bitch you a fool, I got goons like a scary movie, yeah that is true, And i change cars like a rich white girl change shoes, Gotta go, go get get them the money, little cuz wanna duce, And i was holdin under 32, 2002 you know its true, Bought em a sun valley jacob, me and juice, you know the crue. I got money stacks credential, now still aint spent old bred, If you wanna gladly pour some change on your own head. Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy, Somebody help me, My neck hurt, my chain heavy, Heavy, door heavy, flow heavy, Gucci bag full of cash, its so heavy, Listen, i cant land it, i go get it, My ego gettin too big, its too heavy, My head gettin too big, its so heavy, Somebody help me, took all this cash its too heavy. Heavy! |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
(Gucci Mane)
I'm the fire, you say your mo' fire then nigga you a lie' (liar) Homie you and I, Know the trooper Thats between You and I Stupid jewelry on me, yeah Stupid jewelry on me now If you think you finna shit on Gucci Then just show me how Someone dis me yesterday, What I'm 'posed to do, go cry? With my money chasin' million dollar mission on the side Just a chicken in my lap I'm bout to trust her then I die I'm so hood right now They question whats gettin' Gucci high? Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie thats my style Girls fightin', Hoes fist fight, man Just to touch my tie Get my squad squad, I ain't been this hard in a while Blow top off, I ain't been this hard in a while (Chorus) Stupid wild, Stupid, stupid wild, Homie Thats my style (4x) Every single night I'm ballin', Sippin' on the drink, Girls crawlin' Mostly every night I'm countin, countin, Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' (Lil Wayne) Wilder than a jaguar, Wildin' in a jaguar, Please don't play with me I'll put that pistol on your grandpa I swear I'm so wild I think I just may need a xanbar And If she on my team I bet that bitch know who she playin' for Mr. Coach Carter Or Mr. Go Harder And I like my kush dry Like a fish with no water Swagger stupid perfect, I might as well surf it And if she ain't fucking She get the voicemail service Tell it like it be, Bitch I do it for the bloods And every fuckin' time I say Zu Woo is for the bloods With you just like I love I do it like I does And if you wanna fight, Then come on you can fight my guns Haha, Weezy man, Young Money (Chorus) [Cam'ron] Let's do the first, his and hers Started gettin' on my nerves so I hit her with a "BURR!" Hustlers love me, all the haters hate me, They brothers wanna fight me, They sisters wanna date me, I tell her bless it baby, You could be my bust it baby, But stay in your place, I need my space, Don't suffocate me, Back black approach us, Clack clack gats in holsters, Cops in black control us, Treat us like rats and roaches, But the blue Benz, Got the blue lamps, And your wifey, What we use her for a food stamp, Ain't no big deal, But she keep the fridge filled, Eggs scrambled, cheese, grilled, cold juice and grits Kill! Don't forget veal, Italiano, Gallardo, Yea the big wheels, Like milk and wig spilled, We'll rush in ya spot, Knock Knock, snock of the glock, It Gucci turn, Huh?, You gon' suck it or not? (Chorus) Stupid wild, Stupid, stupid wild, Homie Thats my style (4x) Every single night I'm ballin', Sippin' on the drink, Girls crawlin' Mostly every night I'm countin, countin, Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Bitches wanna fuck me, mainly Cause I got a catch and I'm famous Im tryin' to hold my head above water, water Stack a million cash I just oughta, oughta My chain cost a stack cause I'm Gucci, My wardrobe Gucci'd out like I'm boosting Shine with all this ice Homie shine, shine Wanna hate me? Get a ticket and join the line Fine (It's Gucci) |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
(gucci)
I'm on my way to see my po I ain't talkin bout probation office Talkin bout my po partner just sent me 3 million dollars (what the fuck that mean nigga?) All my hoes go to the beauty parlor Bought my ma a house today Ill buy my auntie one tomorrow I just left the phantom lot I didn't do no paper work 300 k my paper work just like the new boys Im a jerk You bring your girl you'll finish her Cuz like R kelly im a flirt I got work like bape n dem ghetto boy like facin em It aint no mistaken him Hottest boys out drake n him Me juice mane and whaka n dem Ride around with choppas pimp So how the hell you chop or flip you water bluffin water whimp Theres no land next to gucci money just ask whak and shock n dem Early buzz at the door (word) My country boys they want some more (birds) Early in the mornin Later in the evenin Im all about that money man even when im sleeping Im all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunnin Im all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunnin (rick ross) All about my money nigga run with my monopoly Money my philosophy Cocaine on my property Yeah that bitch a stripper but there so much she can offer me Gave me the connect he send me 77 off for me Money build my confidence Shawty show your compitence Before i get another bitch cause i be on some other shit Higher than a mother ship Louie in my 7 trae Gucci in my other shit Gucci pass the other day 30 rounds then ima hittem I can make a hummer flip I can make 100 flip Thats one bahama trip Make your moma strip Im bout that dead prez So for the bread i make you play a game of simon says Early buzz at the door (word) My country boys they want some more (birds) Early in the mornin Later in the evenin Im all about that money man even when im sleeping Im all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunnin Im all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunnin (gucci) Like batman robbin we be floggin mobbin inside Aston martins Beg your pardon gucci darlin More check than a check-o-slovin Whats your mother fuckin problem? Ross and gucci ima rob em How you ganna rob the robbers? These home boys got too much armor We got so much jewelry on We just make your vision dizzy Give your ass a charm and watch it make your fingers pissin (rick ross) Damnit boi im spillin krissy yellow bitches blowin kisses ricky ross about them digits on the stage or in the kitchen Early buzz at the door (word) My country boys they want some more (birds) Early in the mornin Later in the evenin Im all about that money man even when im sleeping Im all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunnin Im all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunnin |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
Yeah, it's Gucci, what's up, baby?
Yellow everything this time, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Yellow rims, yellow big-booty, yellow bones Yellow rounds, yellow MP's Yellow watch, yellow charm ring chain Yellow livin' room set, lemonade Gucci shoes for my girl It's Gucci, it's Gucci My Phantom sittin' on sixes, no 20's in my denim Your cutlass motor knockin' because it is a lemon My rifle's Georgia peaches but you look more like a lemon These sour apple bitter bitches, I'm not fuckin' with 'em I'm truly stupid paid that's just how I feel today I'm movin' slow 'cause codeine syrup's in my lemonade I'm standing in the shade and I'm sellin' lemonade $600 a pint the going rate off in the A Lemonade diamond bracelet put it in your face Lemonhead diamond earrings I wore yesterday I'm pimpin' where I'm winnin', that's just how I'm chillin' I'm smokin' grits and sellin' chickens, Corvette painted lemon It's Gucci Lemon on the chain with the V-cuts Lemon on the chain with the V-cuts Lemon in the shade with my feet up Lemon in the shade with my feet up Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup Lemons in their face watch 'em freeze up Lemons in their face watch 'em freeze up I got lemonade and lemon tit, lemons watch me mix the shit Lemonade complexion, East Australian girl be killin' me She say I be killin' her, I say I be feelin' it Four days then I'm sick of her 'cause her brain is lemonhead Cocaine white exterior, interior lemonade Yellow with the off-white trimming, I call that the super drank Yellow diamond pinky ring, call that there the lemon rock Jewelry box a lemon bin, my earring size an apricot Yeah, I smoke that strong a lot, yeah, I need some what you got Half a pound of lemon kush, call that pack the lemon drop Canary yellow lemon watch, big bird yellow top Yellow Polo, Polo slippers, white and yellow Polo socks Gucci Mane be pumpin' dawg, he don't got all he say he got Just stash one Lemon homie, I can supply them the 50 glocks Yellow boat parked at the dock, yellow bone gone make the drop Flip the flop mine up the top then go buy me a yellow yacht It's Gucci Lemon on the chain with the V-cuts Lemon on the chain with the V-cuts Lemon in the shade with my feet up Lemon in the shade with my feet up Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup Lemons in their face watch 'em freeze up Lemons in their face watch 'em freeze up Lemonade my town, said Miami I want yellow carpet Woke up in the mornin', fuckin' bought a yellow Aston Martin Yellow bricks, yellow dust, yellow link, yellow tusk Yellow pills, spinnin' wheels, yellow weed, we up with us Coward-ass nigga, yellow stripe, you a yellow back AK hit your dog and you can't bring Old Yellow back Yep, Gucci bang up eighty thousand that's a yellow set Yellow homes, mellow homes, you know you a scary cat No sleep for two days, so my pupils lookin' yellow Five flights, six shows, quarter-million on my schedule Bangladesh and Gucci Mane, niggas know they in trouble Green ice, red light, caution Gucci rock yellow Lemon on the chain with the V-cuts Lemon on the chain with the V-cuts Lemon in the shade with my feet up Lemon in the shade with my feet up Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup Lemons in their face watch 'em freeze up Lemons in their face watch 'em freeze up |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
It's Gucci, (It's Gucci) Burr!
Soulja Boy Tell Em' It's Gucci, Flocka! Scott Storch, Gucci Mane, we back at it. So Icey. Yeahhhhh [Chorus:] We smokin' that fire endo Wrist out the damn window Lambo, dat straight bingo Enzo, dat straight bingo Phantom, dat straight bingo Concept, dat straight bingo Pullup, keys straight bingo Yo momma, straight bingo Bingo [8x] Ahh, It's Gucci! [6x] [Gucci Mane verse] Hello, my watch yellow Earrings on my bezel Can't fit in my schedule 'less booty like jello She know I slang kilos Shout out to my 'migo I call, he said 10-4 Tight like Lamont Rollo My goal for El Gato My house like a brothle Fat hoes in Chicago First class, tomorrow morroco Bingo, call my (motor/motto) Phantom wit two moddles Pull up tonight, strapped Jump out, car scream pronto [Chorus] We smokin' that fire endo Wrist out the damn window Lambo, dat straight bingo Enzo, dat straight bingo Phantom, dat straight bingo Concept, dat straight bingo Pullup, keys staright bingo Yo momma, straight bingo Bingo [8x] Ahh, It's Gucci! Soulja! It's Gucci! Soulja Boy Tell Em' [Soulja Boy verse] Pass by in my Lambo Kids screamin bingo Haters wanna hate, They'll get shot like a free throw Candy paint wet (woosh) Drippin of my headlights Catch me in the trap like some muthafuckin dead mice Every time I cut a corner kids screamin bingo! (Bingo!) Tools on deck, I aint talkin Home Depot! (Depot!) Soulja Boy Tell Em' (Tell Em') I'm icey as a icicle So much money, bitch, I valet park my bycicle [Chorus] We smokin' that fire endo Wrist out the damn window Lambo, dat straight bingo Enzo, dat straight bingo Phantom, dat straight bingo Concept, dat straight bingo Pullup, keys staright bingo Yo momma, straight bingo Bingo [8x] Ahh, It's Gucci! [6x] Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka [Waka Flocka Flame verse] All the hood hoes point like "Bingo" Waka Flocka "Oh Let's Dot It" is the single Let's mingle, got hoes like Wingo My bitch a dime, yours lookin like a single Like a free throw, man I'm ballin out Blew a kiss to the girls, now they fallin out I pull up in the t top Cutlass like bingo My girlfriend Regal, same color as a flamingo [Chorus] We smokin' that fire endo Wrist out the damn window Lambo, dat straight bingo Enzo, dat straight bingo Phantom, dat straight bingo Concept, dat straight bingo Pullup, keys staright bingo Yo momma, straight bingo Bingo [8x] Ahh, It's Gucci! [6x] Bingo! |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
It feels so good to be back!
Polow, Usher baby (yeah, Zone 4) How you doin Gucci? (yeahhhhh)(Zone 6) (Usher) Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin (Gucci Mane) Roses by fifty Uh Now she tipsy Slow dancing in my mansion with no panties Want to get me Three girls Gucci trippin That's a lot of women Expensive denim jeans on Designer heels ya feel me? I don't want no violence But damn she tryin to kill me She tryin to make me feel her I'm trying to make her feel me She just had a long day Know I got that long cake I give her that long scream I fuck with her the long way (Usher) Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin (Gucci Mane) Bang bang OKA Where you want to go today? No she is not a prostitute But if she was I'd have to pay Say, lay, you can stay I sex you up couple days Tell your girl no need to front She want participate Gucci ain't eliminate 4 girls with me Simply I glaze they ass Just like some churches biscuits Beat her like she stole my Bentley Swagger jackers pay attention Cali girl, ATL, Detroit, New York girls be with me (Usher) Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin (Gucci Mane) I had a girl left alone Gucci Mane's a bachelor Sex tape just like Pamela Cause Gucci not an amateur Mini skirt, sun dress, booty shorts, Monster Her ass phat as two basketballs Gucci fittin to dunk her Pretty like Mariah Finer than Alicia Sexy just like Trina, dawg I bet she a keeper! Turn me on like Keri No she is not scared of her Probably sex her every UH Cause lil mama is fine as fuck! (Usher) Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
(chorus)
I think Im in love love love I think Im in Love Love Love I think im in love love love Love love She think she in love love love She think she in love love love She think she in love love love She fallen in love (Verse 1) Canary Diamonds on my fist on wrist and on my neck Ms. lady say she Know my name And I aint even told her yet No need ta introduce myself ,I let my money do the Greeting So conceited ,that if she ain't worth talking to then Im not speakin [GUCCI !] I'm so single ay lets mingle ,can I buy you some champagne And my sex game gladiator tell me are you entertained Im an entertainer Baby but my name aint Cedric I got cheddar and etcetera So stop the rhetoric But enough about me baby ,sweetie tell bout ya self Are you married or divorced ,dont gotta tell me thats your choice I like ya voice I like ya swagg So let nature take its course ,Maybe in the Future Gorgeous I can buy ya ass a Porche [ GUCCI ] (Chorus) I think Im in love love love I think Im in Love Love Love I think im in love love love Love love She think she in love love love She think she in love love love She think she in love love love She fallen in love (Verse 2) Dont be shy ,you and I Me and You can be as one I cant lie, won't deny Everytime w/ you is fun In Dubai, London, Paris baby ,we can watch the sun Set and rise Or just lay back on the beach and watch the sky [gucci] She's been sent to me, lent to me I feel she is God's gift to me Its gucci mane on the mic' While Zay control the symphony No twistin it she swichin it but she not all promiscuous Its obvious she's marvelous and wants to be a part of this I give her 1,000 percent but this that 50, 50 shit Im wealthy and Im Healthy so cut off that boy you kickin wit Give her 1,000 percent but this that 50, 50 shit I'm wealthy and I'm Healthy so cut off that lame you kick it wit ( CHORUS ) ( VERSE 3) Dinner date, please dont be late Im fiending and don't wanna wait Sex so hot and passionate It'll make her hyperventilate Yea Ima bachelor but Im workin my masters And no im not a doctor but my money Go way past one , shes hotter than my last one Sexy like my last chick im checkin out her assets Her ex-boyfriend is past tense I talk to her , i listen to her . text her then she text me I rap to her she walks to me and damn her walk is sexy Our last nite was so good i think about her next day More but then four ashtrays she told me boy you crazy Burnin all my candles and lighting all my incense Im givin her my imprint cause damn i like her accent {{{ CHORUS }}} |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
Waz hannin?
It's gucci! Aye keyshia Im feelin this girl man But she aint right ya kno What im talkin bout? Take one(take one) Oooooh( GUCCCI! ) I can do bad by myself kno What i mean? forreal Okay , action goin in ( first verse gucci mane ) Rap game paid me, trap game made me We used to be good friends now she Cant stand me her man aint G her man Aint me her man cant be what her man cant be My jewelery game fridgy- white watch blizzard Crocodile lizzard pinky ring ignorant; Im careful who i step too when i step too And if i choose first she choose me then she special Long walks all night dawG i can help her bless her Show her how to be successfuL kiss her gucci hustler (???) Sudden valley cook up second of the extra Stack up loud pack make her catch a contact Dumb sets long stacks i can make her come back ( chorus ) I can do bad bad bad bad bad all by myself x4 ( second verse gucci mane ) Ima bad boy but still there's so much good in me You can take me out the hood the hood is still in me I needa girl to feel herself but can still feel me Just let me be ya only choice no need for planB! My love life is malnutritions you my vitaminC- Stay down like hillary and i can be ya billy I'll buy ya jada pinky pinkies im tha biggest willy Just when i give it throw it back just like we playin Frisby i can do it by myself but i'd be very lonely Be tha diva who's my lover and my closest homie So if you sick and tired of bein sick and tired call me Pick up the yellow pages and look up gucci ! ( gucci! ) ( chorus ) ( last verse keyshia cole ) Aint no need in arguin about it If you wanna leave then just be bout it There's no sense in blamin me and me blamin You there's no reason to be untrue everything I got i work hard for everyday i work hard to Make more i can do bad all by myself i aint tryna Play love games cause i can do bad baby ( chorus ) |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
Im jumpin out my coupe wit da missin roof and I'm so fuckin high I need a parachute. "Gucci Mane, do you remember me from last month?" "Girl, I can't remember nothin but my last blunt" Bling blau diamond necklaces for every chain. Bitch I'm Gucci so I put rims on bout everythang. I used to care about money now these days I don't so if I like her enough I'll buy her everythang she want. I got that 357 so don't try your luck. Bullets have yo body hot you'll need a fire truck. So re-up with us, got white girl yeah that anime. Today i'm shittin on rappers so I call em Jazze Pha.
I'm not a boy so I can not be your boyfriend but, if you want me to then I can be your Gucci Mane. And if you're man can't beat it up then I bet Gucci can. Just ask your lady and I bet that shes a Gucci fan. Bought all my hoes Gucci, most all my clothes Gucci, this ain't no coogi you still can't move me. And this is the soundtrack of the Gucci Mane movie, gucci mane movie, gucci mane movie. Lambo engine in the rear and I'm switchin gears. Yall suckas can't fuck wit dis young nigga here. Diamonds on my neck colder than a case of beer. So when I fall off in the club all the bitches cheer. In an '06 convertible my top can disappear. Just bought a house in cali pool parties of the year. Tip fade stupid ways I don't wear beer. They say that Gucci stay fresh but dat nigga weird. Girl you ridin wit la flare so what you got to fear? I'm not a boy so I can not be your boyfriend but, if you want me to then I can be your Gucci Mane. And if you're man can't beat it up then I bet Gucci can. Just ask your lady and I bet that shes a Gucci fan. Bought all my hoes Gucci, most all my clothes Gucci, this ain't no coogi you still can't move me. And this is the soundtrack of the Gucci Mane movie, gucci mane movie, gucci mane movie. Jazze Pha, Gucci know they didn't expect this it ain't no secret run up on me you'll regret it. Im like a ball player focused on my next hit. And I hit homeruns I don't know how to bunt bitch. And this that cali kush you need to pass the blunt bitch. Im Sorry that I cuss you baby girl you're gorgeous. Psych you're not gorgeous but your ass is enormous. And if you never call me I'll be rich regardless. Picture perfect flow this verse is a boy trick. I got three matches but..... bouldercrest flash show, seen greshem where I started....... I'm not a boy so I can not be your boyfriend but, if you want me to then I can be your Gucci Mane. And if you're man can't beat it up then I bet Gucci can. Just ask your lady and I bet that shes a Gucci fan. Bought all my hoes Gucci, most all my clothes Gucci, this ain't no coogi you still can't move me. And this is the soundtrack of the Gucci Mane movie, gucci mane movie, gucci mane movie. |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
(Hook)
I'm so mothafuccin turned up right now (volume) Someone please turn Gucci mane down (volume) 6riccsquad thuGGed out we don't give a fucc (volume) We hit the clu6,shoot the clu6, tear the clu6 up (volume) So you should hit the floor Get low and shut up (volume) Hit the floor Get low and shut the fucc up (volume) Yous a 6itch yous a snitch you a mothafuccin scru6 (volume) (x2) (Verse1) I pulled up in a 4 door porshe set trippin 3 younG dread head niGGas ridin wit me I don't think they like me and I don't like em neither 6ut if they move wronG I'll red up they white 6eater I do it for da hood I do it like no equal I do it for the red 6lacc yellow white people I just 6ouGht a K, Just the other day And I don't play with Grown men I don't like to play I'm so mothafuccin turned up riGht now NiGGas hatin on me I don't give a fucc riGht now Well you lil' 6oys keep on tryinG like the little enGine that could You think you can you think you could I think you pussies should (Hook) (Verse2) Call me Gucci flocca flame I den chanGed my name Call me frenchie mane la flare Gucc the kid its all the same I be runnin Gunnin stuntin with 100 killers ridin You snitchin 6itchin tattle tellin scared to stand 6eside me I just 6ouGht another house just to house my Goons So icey entertainment 6oy we just like a platoon The colors in my chain reminds me of a cartoon I merked yo 6oy in march they didnt find that 6oy the june I wish they found him auGust so that's like to much too soon His face was swoll and puffy bout the color of a prune 6riccsquad movement and no your not apart of it Me waka and woo juice and frenchie mane started it (Hook) (Verse3)Wooh the kid: Iced out 6ar Got me 6allin like the lakers Homicide around the corner when you in jamaica My volume on max you 6oys 6etter run Ima niGGa with an attitude holdin on the Gun 17 niGGas I left 16 hit last niGGa hit the corner got his whole head split Told you your a Goner ima leave you dead quick I'm like asa lama lakum left them 6akin dead 6ricc Wooh the kid thuGGed out we don't give a fucc Let your soul meet the sole of the 6ottom of my chuccs 6lacc car 6lacc tint with the 6a6y taGs stay low to the floor My midGet out 6aG My midGet out the 6aG (Hook) |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
Its money mane, n juice man, n gucci mane, gucci mane,
Gucci V1 Ima keep droppin versus, Hotta den tha hottest summa, Eat rappers like jeffrey domer, Dope color shanay o conner?, Should i name another woman, Russian like president obama, Wannna buy two extra commas, All my shoes are Ferragamo Lightning actually hittin thunda, Even stevie wonder wonder, Why yo girl get home on time so much i had to change my numba, Sarcasism, these bitches need to ride em while i pass em, I wouldnt even give that bitch a orgasim, Miraculisly my niggas stand beside, not in back of me, So disrespect my faculty, how dare u have audasity, The ???????????, i cash out automatically, I spit these rhymes so radically, spiratically, fatality. Chorus. I got the green, drank, pills, blow, Runnin round the town gettin money i suppose, Im the gingerbread man (X4) I got the green, drank, pills, blow, I kant get up, sleep, jus keep knockin on my door, Im the gingerbread man (X4) OJ Juice Man Gingerbread Man, i got white, i got white, Trap house bunkin up all night, take flight, Droppin 10 bases? its jumpin that white? Trees to that paper so im something like a kite, Loud stanky kush and it tellin me to light, Extra loud diamonds and its lookin like a light, Rollin stay money and my pockets just glide, Everday diamonds kuz they dont like to hide, Vvs light yea so you block yo eyes, Burnt color diamonds like a sweet potato pie, Hit ya color diamonds??? and get ratchet like a fly? The brick man, the bread man i dont tell no lies. Chorus. I got the green, drank, pills, blow, Runnin round the town gettin money i suppose, Im the gingerbread man (X4) I got the green, drank, pills, blow, I kant get up, sleep, jus keep knockin on my door, Im the gingerbread man (X4) |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
(Wasted) Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, rock star lifestyle might don't make it Living life high everyday click wasted Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking Party, party, party, let's all get wasted Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender Send 20 more cases Geeking like Whitney, geeking like Britney Gucci no hippie but it's on like Jimy X Pill poppers geeked up krazy whole click rolling Everyone wasted purple codine sprite Pink don't wasted, mix up, grandma drunk it Then taste it, now grandma sipping syrup Leaning wasted walking 'round fuck up Twisting her finga home gurl Slipped up drunk got wasted now She back stage an she tryna get famous Hit me up the drinky, drinky Gucci Mane Shake it, club night, damn right, Gucci Mane wasted Rock star lifestyle might don't make it Living life high everyday click wasted Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking Party, party, party, let's all get wasted Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender Send 20 more cases I don't wear tight jeans like the white boys But I do get wasted like the white boys Now I'm looking for a bitch to suck dis almond joy Said she gotta stop sucking 'cause her jaw's sore Gotta bitch on the couch, bitch on the floor Party just popping up but now he rolling more Rolled on, 3 pills now, he on 4 idk, why? But that remy turned into a whore Walked in the club, pocket full of big faces Got the 40 on my waist and it's off safety 'Bout 40 goons wit me and we all wasted Only remy straight tonight dawg no chasing Rock star lifestyle might don't make it Living life high everyday click wasted Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking Party, party, party, let's all get wasted Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender Send 20 more cases Only click faded we geeked up crazy Big boy bracelet we white boy wasted No shirt, fuck it unless your arms tatted We slapping trunk disgusted the liquor Keep wasting 285 east side me and Plies wasted Racing seven big booty broads chasing spring break 50 thousand white girls shake it some dancing naked But everyone wasted magic city Monday Ball players wasted this one for yo' uncle Drinking Thunderbird wasted 12 pack wasted I need more cases and Gucci not a racist All my diamonds Caucasians Rock star lifestyle might don't make it Living life high everyday click wasted Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking Party, party, party, let's all get wasted Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender Send 20 more cases This has been a GPSA Ghetto public service announcement We don't get fucked up no more, we get wasted Gucci Mane, Plies, Fat Boi, wasted |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
Hook
Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong Kush is my cologne, Ku-Kush is my cologne BUN B Got a swisher filled up with that one hitter quitter bro Bubba for ya troubles on the double itll get ya bro Pass me the d?s, light it up with ease, in a cirle full of G?s, Smokin on them trees Pass me a cigar, and imma buss it down quick Pass me the purple, make sure that hoe is round and thick Break it down, fill it up, roll it up and light it And you know it?s the bomb, soon as it get ignited Pimpin I can?t even fight it, its callin me to smoke So I fire up another square and take another toke I be damn near goin broke And my girl say I?m wrong, Shit but KUSH IS MY COLOGNE Im inhalin it, exhaling it, it makes me more intelligent I feel like I?m still mailin it or sellin it, they smellin it Kush, purp, strong dro. What I need cologne fo? They tried to send me to rehab but I said? No No I wont go Damn its really loud, smellin like a whole pound Kush cologne, haze is her perfume Bubba kush for breakfast, with my captain crunch I smoke ten blunts before lunch No that sounds like that?s too much Im so high, Im so in the sky, everybody know Marijuana is my fragrance, probably smell it on my clothes I smoke that bubonic sonic, i've been sippin gin and tonic You lil boys is hooked on phonics, Gucci hooked on chronic sonic Im in this booch hella kid And i've been smoking hella weed Lick it twist back down Probably wont know how i go home Babe be wanna suck my bone She gotta fuck me jeans on Fuck me dress on, fuck me jeans on, fuck me dress off, fuck me jeans on Anything hollin a dane Tryna get brain but i don't know her name Looking at my chain Let me explain Kush, cocaine but i don't make it rain Gimme the gudda bitch no extension Pay me up or pay me no attention ....... DEVIN THE DUDE Kush is my cologne, I got many fragrances Shit gets so expensive but I hardly have to pay for shit Every puff is like a squirt, smell it all off in my shirt Coworkers give me compliments every time I go to work What kinda cologne you on? Dro is like my aftershave Have me feelin and smellin so good yo I don?t have to bathe But by all means, I must keep my balls clean Make sure my dicks legit then I go take care the small things And it all seems worth it 450?s kinda steep but I deserve it Weed smell so loud that you think you heard that purp |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
[Chorus]
I'm my best friend And I'm my worst enemy And no one else can hurt me unless I let them Is you feelin me And misery loves company and I had my share of misery No mystery my infamy got me in hip hop history First Tupac died then Biggie died And that greatly impacted me Then history repeated itself through me and I make history (its Gucci) So I dont turn around no more I look at whats in front of me I'm focused on the future cos yesterday is history [Verse 1] A hard head makes a soft ass Guess yo mom didnt teach ya that Pick a spot to beef with me and that spot I will meet ya at But let me check my schedule Im free Tuesday 3 weeks from now You bring your crew I bring my crew Just pick a time and side of town Zone 6 is my stomping ground But I guess you know that by now But everywhere you go you hear me Thats why your upset right now Bought a Phantom and a Lamb But Im in my vette right now I raped the game without a rubber Bank account are pregnant now The day they tried to murder me a day I cant forget about And I dont wish no death on homie Just want him to hear me out Think about the past and all the many things we talked about Think about all the people influenced by what comes out our mouth [Chorus] [Verse 2] I am not the perfect person Me dont spit the perfect verses I wouldnt hurt a girl on purpose cos I feel they dont deserve it I admit my words can hurt I dissed tiny she didnt deserve it Our song didnt interpret it right and Im sorry for it T.I. many times encouraged Told me face the game with courage Clay me some great advice and still today I thankful for it Me Jeezy and T.I. share one thing in common all are poets Role model to young people tho at times man we still ignore it And yall gon owe respect to me and I dont like apologies Just diss me till you satisfied I swear it doesnt bother me Sticks and stones will break my bones and bullets Wont reflect off me but words and insults only show the World how yall respectin me [Chorus] [Verse 3] All my homies aint my homies Hell my friends no longer want me Im still hungry as I was when I did my first live performance Things I got I know they want it Things I done they havent done it Tho they say that they my friends I know that these n-ggas opponent We can joke and laugh and party But I know their smiles are phoney But I still pray that the Lord give em all the things they wanted All the money in the World cant get the joy Im felling homie Like the 3rd date with a woman like you and not for your money You can help someone and love someone but still they turn and burn you so hard Want you and revenge watch out cos so called friends Will con you bankin jacobs said it best man will I ever know who my friends Through thick and thin cos so called friends will turn to foes. [Chorus] |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
(Wasted) Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, rock star lifestyle might don't make it Living life high everyday click wasted Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking Party, party, party, let's all get wasted Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender Send 20 more cases Geeking like Whitney, geeking like Britney Gucci no hippie but it's on like Jimy X Pill poppers geeked up krazy whole click rolling Everyone wasted purple codine sprite Pink don't wasted, mix up, grandma drunk it Then taste it, now grandma sipping syrup Leaning wasted walking 'round fuck up Twisting her finga home gurl Slipped up drunk got wasted now She back stage an she tryna get famous Hit me up the drinky, drinky Gucci Mane Shake it, club night, damn right, Gucci Mane wasted Rock star lifestyle might don't make it Living life high everyday click wasted Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking Party, party, party, let's all get wasted Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender Send 20 more cases I don't wear tight jeans like the white boys But I do get wasted like the white boys Now I'm looking for a bitch to suck dis almond joy Said she gotta stop sucking 'cause her jaw's sore Gotta bitch on the couch, bitch on the floor Party just popping up but now he rolling more Rolled on, 3 pills now, he on 4 idk, why? But that remy turned into a whore Walked in the club, pocket full of big faces Got the 40 on my waist and it's off safety 'Bout 40 goons wit me and we all wasted Only remy straight tonight dawg no chasing Rock star lifestyle might don't make it Living life high everyday click wasted Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking Party, party, party, let's all get wasted Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender Send 20 more cases Only click faded we geeked up crazy Big boy bracelet we white boy wasted No shirt, fuck it unless your arms tatted We slapping trunk disgusted the liquor Keep wasting 285 east side me and Plies wasted Racing seven big booty broads chasing spring break 50 thousand white girls shake it some dancing naked But everyone wasted magic city Monday Ball players wasted this one for yo' uncle Drinking Thunderbird wasted 12 pack wasted I need more cases and Gucci not a racist All my diamonds Caucasians Rock star lifestyle might don't make it Living life high everyday click wasted Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking Party, party, party, let's all get wasted Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender Send 20 more cases This has been a GPSA Ghetto public service announcement We don't get fucked up no more, we get wasted Gucci Mane, Plies, Fat Boi, wasted |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo
(Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) I done had about four, five, six shots, yeah, I'm gettin' wasted Red pills, blue pills, yeah, I'm in the Matrix Two swisha, three swisha, four swisha, five So turn my music up and tell these hoes to get live Got a pocket full of hundreds and some bottles on ice, ice Conjure and lime got a nigga feelin' nice, nice Dessert on my hips so if you gamble, roll the dice When I let it off once it make a nigga think twice You got more dough then, homie, you gon' have to show me You never say it rains like Tony, Tony, Tony My Chevy's outside and it's sittin' on Kobe's And I keep the hood with me like Obi Wan Kenobe Wood grain trim, seat softer than your butt, butt Make your car rattle from the speakers in my trunk, trunk Swisha's burnin' slow and it got a nigga stuck, stuck But don't be a fool 'cause the tool's on tuck, tuck P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Tell that slow bitch to bring another round, we gon' party till the sun's up Ladies rub your titties and my gangsta's put your guns up Money, money, money, if you got it, throw your one's up And if they ain't got it, tell 'em shut up, you dumb fuck My money stays in hand, you could say I got a grip, grip Out to scoop my chips, you could say I got a dip, dip 'Cause I talk money while these haters talk shit, shit And if they keep on talkin', I'mma empty out a clip, clip But I don't want no problems, I'm just tryin' to get my game on Take a couple shots and use the alcohol to blame on Holla at some chicks and find a bitch to put my name on Then I'mma be the, I'ma be the one she put that thang on I got the perfect song to make you want me wanna shake, shake And take her to the crib, I don't take her on no date, date We all up in the club till the glass and table break, break And all they wanna know is how much more that I can take, take P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Now keep the cameras flashin', we about to shoot a movie A thick chick let me sip my glass on her booty She stuck upon my hip and she swear she ain't no groupie While I'm stuck up in the VIP but everything is all Gucci So I gathered all the women and we 'bout to take a shot, shot Goin' out my mind, who's there, nigga, knock, knock Don't you hear that 808 beatin' down your block, block Keep the party going 'cause the party don't stop, stop P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo
(Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) I done had about four, five, six shots, yeah, I'm gettin' wasted Red pills, blue pills, yeah, I'm in the Matrix Two swisha, three swisha, four swisha, five So turn my music up and tell these hoes to get live Got a pocket full of hundreds and some bottles on ice, ice Conjure and lime got a nigga feelin' nice, nice Dessert on my hips so if you gamble, roll the dice When I let it off once it make a nigga think twice You got more dough then, homie, you gon' have to show me You never say it rains like Tony, Tony, Tony My Chevy's outside and it's sittin' on Kobe's And I keep the hood with me like Obi Wan Kenobe Wood grain trim, seat softer than your butt, butt Make your car rattle from the speakers in my trunk, trunk Swisha's burnin' slow and it got a nigga stuck, stuck But don't be a fool 'cause the tool's on tuck, tuck P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Tell that slow bitch to bring another round, we gon' party till the sun's up Ladies rub your titties and my gangsta's put your guns up Money, money, money, if you got it, throw your one's up And if they ain't got it, tell 'em shut up, you dumb fuck My money stays in hand, you could say I got a grip, grip Out to scoop my chips, you could say I got a dip, dip 'Cause I talk money while these haters talk shit, shit And if they keep on talkin', I'mma empty out a clip, clip But I don't want no problems, I'm just tryin' to get my game on Take a couple shots and use the alcohol to blame on Holla at some chicks and find a bitch to put my name on Then I'mma be the, I'ma be the one she put that thang on I got the perfect song to make you want me wanna shake, shake And take her to the crib, I don't take her on no date, date We all up in the club till the glass and table break, break And all they wanna know is how much more that I can take, take P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Now keep the cameras flashin', we about to shoot a movie A thick chick let me sip my glass on her booty She stuck upon my hip and she swear she ain't no groupie While I'm stuck up in the VIP but everything is all Gucci So I gathered all the women and we 'bout to take a shot, shot Goin' out my mind, who's there, nigga, knock, knock Don't you hear that 808 beatin' down your block, block Keep the party going 'cause the party don't stop, stop P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) |
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from Gucci Mane - Spotlight (Single) [single] (2009)
It feels so good to be back!
Polow, Usher baby (yeah, Zone 4) How you doin Gucci? (yeahhhhh)(Zone 6) (Usher) Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin (Gucci Mane) Roses by fifty Uh Now she tipsy Slow dancing in my mansion with no panties Want to get me Three girls Gucci trippin That's a lot of women Expensive denim jeans on Designer heels ya feel me? I don't want no violence But damn she tryin to kill me She tryin to make me feel her I'm trying to make her feel me She just had a long day Know I got that long cake I give her that long scream I fuck with her the long way (Usher) Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin (Gucci Mane) Bang bang OKA Where you want to go today? No she is not a prostitute But if she was I'd have to pay Say, lay, you can stay I sex you up couple days Tell your girl no need to front She want participate Gucci ain't eliminate 4 girls with me Simply I glaze they ass Just like some churches biscuits Beat her like she stole my Bentley Swagger jackers pay attention Cali girl, ATL, Detroit, New York girls be with me (Usher) Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin (Gucci Mane) I had a girl left alone Gucci Mane's a bachelor Sex tape just like Pamela Cause Gucci not an amateur Mini skirt, sun dress, booty shorts, Monster Her ass phat as two basketballs Gucci fittin to dunk her Pretty like Mariah Finer than Alicia Sexy just like Trina, dawg I bet she a keeper! Turn me on like Keri No she is not scared of her Probably sex her every UH Cause lil mama is fine as fuck! (Usher) Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin Cause the spolight ain't nothin without ya girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without ya girl You a show stopper ohhhhhh Let's get it poppin |
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from Big Boi - Sir Lucious Left Foot...The Son Of Chico Dusty (2010)
Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo
All the hoes say, (Gucci: hah hah hah) Gucci up, here we go A-town, C-post Cut masta swift down ya throat Boy stop, Sir Luscious Left Foot's on fire Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit, Inking hit up after hit This penmanship is so legit I came equipped like a prophylactic Now they riding dicks, like Stylin' on these suckas out here tryin to buy they bitch Now they rich try to piss everybody to trick off But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away her drawers, Word to the brown James he some chicken chow mein, Really man you done say some silly things And the fella Dana Dane Boy, you cuffin' claim to game Hate my main thang, got my last name, ya know't I mayne? I'm on my grind shawty, Don't block my shine shawty. Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up? Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up I'm on my grind shawty, Don't block my shine shawty. Wait a minute, wait a minute, Chill a little, sit a minute. I can't close my safe no more, Cause I got too much money in it. Gucci in the cell; did a deal, went to jail I make music, I make movies, I'm in Tyler Perry's cell I don't smell coming out the lam', fuck it what the hell Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down; she got on Chanel In the tent rolling stupid kush like I'm in the restroom In the club with a half a pound (hundred fifty blunts) Zone 6 - East Atlanta - don't fuck with Nia Long Boy: shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on On the block with my stupid watch. Boy you need to stop! When I stop, everybody watch the car don't have a top In the streets. Cost a stupid check roll another pack Now I'm gone, I can't even flip: Eastside where you at? [hook] Can't be tripping 'bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe, The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can't get up and walk away shawty, With my southern drawl awkwardly I spray like the backside of a skunk in the stash house with the pump, Pistol grip in my lap at all times in the 'lac from Atlanta to savannah can't a nigga stop that Not when god's got his hands on me only the strong survive And the weak, minded are falling by the wayside, they try. But we shall overcome and succeed, indeed But with disaster comes a great responsibility We chose to lead not follow It's a hard pill to swallow Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow. |
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from Rick Ross - Teflon Don [Explicit Version] (2010)
Whoo (woo,woo,woo)
Whoo (woo,woo,woo) MAYBACH MUSIC.. BOSS MAYBACH MUSIC.. RICKY ROSS MAYBACH MUSIC.. ITS TRIPPLE C's MAYBACH MUSIC.. COLOR CUT CLARIY My gun dirty, my brick clean Im ridding dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty but her mouth clean Bitch I'm MC hammer.. I'm about cream I got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers I take them everywhere.. I'm MC Hammer Started selling dough, I'm too legit to quit When its hammer time, I'm pulling out the stick Im at the car lot, I'm going broke I pay for 5, they find a couple more I take them home, like I do my hoes I dress them up, I buy them clothes Glass slippers, I gas's hoes Now she's acting brand new on you assholes Limousines, I did that, two door coops boy I live that My top back, I'm circumcised I pull it back, just to go inside She thinking folic, I'm thinking wings stop Feening lemon pepper, I got my thing cocked Black bat mobile, its only new Ferrari Its called scaglietti one button like a Atari Im just advising, my profit is rising Niggas buying stocks any nigga like a verizon My gun dirty, my brick clean Im ridding dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty but her mouth clean Bitch I'm MC hammer.. I'm about cream I got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers I take them everywhere.. I'm MC Hammer Started selling dough, I'm too legit to quit When its hammer time, I'm pulling out the stick I got the porche, I was so ecstatic 100 grand a day my operation is so elaborate Credit card sqeems, that was for the faggots Mother fuck window shopping boy I gotta have it Now my shit be booming all across the atlas Puchi puchi money long now we call him alex Had to move from Davie cuz that shit was local. Picked up the mansion and I sat that bitch back down in Boca. My badest bitch is latin but they call me loco Till I fuck them in the ass out in Acapulco Im thinkin money every moment thinkin money I bust a nut then I'm back to thinkin money My wrist froze my mind blow I'm off slow my eyes closed You gotta judge a man by his principles Teflon don, I am invincible My gun dirty, my brick clean Im ridding dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty but her mouth clean Bitch I'm MC Hammer.. I'm about cream I got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers I take them everywhere.. I'm MC Hammer Started selling dough, I'm too legit to quit When its hammer time, I'm pulling out the stick Diamonds moving on my chest, wanna Hammer dance, Seventy grand make my jeans sag like some Hammer pants, Ambulance, ambulance, 911, 911, It's Gucci Mane, yea that's my name, I'm going dumb, going dumb, Blowing up, blowin up, blowin up, blowin up, I'm like MC Hammer, I put that on my grandma, I ride through East Atlanta, in my new Ferrari, It's a 458, if you don't have one, sorry, I'll let you borrow mine, I think I'm MC Hammer, I never borrowed jewlery, I'm tippin naked dancers, It's an occasion, a celebration, at Central Station, With Haitian hoes and Jamaicans, I'm trynna make it, Old school, wanna race it? We can test it, I'm flexin, I'll leave a sucker eating dust for breakfast, So expect the unexpected, I'm well connected, I'm MC Hammer 150 on the guest list, Gucci! |
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from Omarion 3집 - Ollusion (2010)
I done cut the braids, low cut, got my grown on
Had a sister label, Young Money, Money, long, long I be so L.A. got my Chucks and my Locs on I was in MIA, and MIA Superman on I know I got it, I know she on it I know you see it, I know she want it She got that Cali good and she kinda hood She got me policin' and wishin' that a nigga would This lil' mama got her back right She be skatin' on it, got a nigga singin' flashlight They be trying to get her, but she be holdin' on hella tight I got to act right, that's what she like I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the game I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the thing Get it Done with them boys, 'cause she done found a man now Ain't no competition, she fumble when it hangs down I'mma show her love, love, even when when my fans 'round Get into the music baby, tell me how my bass sound I know I got it, I know she on it I know you see it, I know she want it She got that Cali good and she kinda hood She got me policin' and wishin' that a nigga would This lil' mama got her back right She be skatin' on it, got a nigga singin' flashlight They be trying to get her, but she be holdin' on hella tight I got to act right, that's what she like I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the game I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the thing Get it Fresh out my Bugatti, Polo on my body I'm jumpin' in this shit like a pogo on a potty So she come and talk to me like K-Ci, JoJo, and Devante I say, "Hi, my name is Weezy and I know you know Omarion" I get it in like parking spots And they say money talks so don't ask me why I talk a lot Girl, I'll kiss your softest spot, I'll buy your apartment out Actually I just bought a house, I get it in then walk them out I done got them dreads braided up, hair long, long And I'm with a red don, that don't want to leave her thong on Its too big, its too wide, it wont fit but I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the game I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the thing Get it |
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from Omarion - I Get It In (Feat. Gucci Mane) [single] (2010)
I done cut the braids, low cut, got my grown on
Had a sister label, Young Money, Money, long, long I be so L.A. got my Chucks and my Locs on I was in MIA, and MIA Superman on I know I got it, I know she on it I know you see it, I know she want it She got that Cali good and she kinda hood She got me policin' and wishin' that a nigga would This lil' mama got her back right She be skatin' on it, got a nigga singin' flashlight They be trying to get her, but she be holdin' on hella tight I got to act right, that's what she like I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the game I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the thing Get it Done with them boys, 'cause she done found a man now Ain't no competition, she fumble when it hangs down I'mma show her love, love, even when when my fans 'round Get into the music baby, tell me how my bass sound I know I got it, I know she on it I know you see it, I know she want it She got that Cali good and she kinda hood She got me policin' and wishin' that a nigga would This lil' mama got her back right She be skatin' on it, got a nigga singin' flashlight They be trying to get her, but she be holdin' on hella tight I got to act right, that's what she like I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the game I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the thing Get it Fresh out my Bugatti, Polo on my body I'm jumpin' in this shit like a pogo on a potty So she come and talk to me like K-Ci, JoJo, and Devante I say, "Hi, my name is Weezy and I know you know Omarion" I get it in like parking spots And they say money talks so don't ask me why I talk a lot Girl, I'll kiss your softest spot, I'll buy your apartment out Actually I just bought a house, I get it in then walk them out I done got them dreads braided up, hair long, long And I'm with a red don, that don't want to leave her thong on Its too big, its too wide, it wont fit but I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the game I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the thing Get it |
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from Omarion - I Get It In (Feat. Gucci Mane) [single] (2010)
I done cut the braids, low cut, got my grown on
Had a sister label, Young Money, Money, long, long I be so L.A. got my Chucks and my Locs on I was in MIA, and MIA Superman on I know I got it, I know she on it I know you see it, I know she want it She got that Cali good and she kinda hood She got me policin' and wishin' that a nigga would This lil' mama got her back right She be skatin' on it, got a nigga singin' flashlight They be trying to get her, but she be holdin' on hella tight I got to act right, that's what she like I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the game I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the thing Get it Done with them boys, 'cause she done found a man now Ain't no competition, she fumble when it hangs down I'mma show her love, love, even when when my fans 'round Get into the music baby, tell me how my bass sound I know I got it, I know she on it I know you see it, I know she want it She got that Cali good and she kinda hood She got me policin' and wishin' that a nigga would This lil' mama got her back right She be skatin' on it, got a nigga singin' flashlight They be trying to get her, but she be holdin' on hella tight I got to act right, that's what she like I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the game I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the thing Get it Fresh out my Bugatti, Polo on my body I'm jumpin' in this shit like a pogo on a potty So she come and talk to me like K-Ci, JoJo, and Devante I say, "Hi, my name is Weezy and I know you know Omarion" I get it in like parking spots And they say money talks so don't ask me why I talk a lot Girl, I'll kiss your softest spot, I'll buy your apartment out Actually I just bought a house, I get it in then walk them out I done got them dreads braided up, hair long, long And I'm with a red don, that don't want to leave her thong on Its too big, its too wide, it wont fit but I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the game I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the thing Get it |
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from Flo Rida 3집 - Only One Flo [Part 1] (2010)
Flo-Rida
Gucci! Bird! I done bought all this ciroc Now lil mama on my jock Staring at me up and down like when my roley's 6 o'clock Now you know you better stop You done heard about my squad I am G poe boy You either (uhh) or you not (Hold up shawty) Wait a minute shawty why you came Who you know and who the hell told you to come All up in the middle with the business unofficial When I can't stand a chick tryna score my fun Looking for a dude to rip you off some ? I don't need a chick tryna throw my 1's Let me look rich, I wanna have his son I sip perignon but do I look dumb Get a job shawty turn my knob And if it don't open up make sure you slob My boys [...?] behind the bar Sit back blow smoke from a Cuban cigar What's your mission Looks suspicious I don't get it No permission Back no interest What's the business Shawty listen I'm just tryna figure (figure) Why you up in here (x3) I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill Why you dancing on me Steady talking to me When you know that you're not gonna give it to me I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill Now I ain't got no time for silly games Got no time for silly notions But get smacked silly for playing with my emotions You figured you lead me on But b-tch you led me out the door Now let me lead you with a song It goe like D yous a hoe Drunk up all my conjour Aint even leave me with a glass So cough up my whole bottle Or ima take out your ass Cos you don't wanna see me angry You don't like me when i'm angry Live like Jackson 5 But get greezy like Jermaine Be dangerous like Michael So Tito pass the tissues Don't test me cos I keep a clipper number 2 pistols And you will be erased Outta sight and outta mind So get the f-ck on or my girls will wipe the floor with your behind I'm just tryna figure (figure) Why you up in here (x3) I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill Why you dancing on me Steady talking to me When you know that you're not gonna give it to me I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill I'm not even gonna bother listening to Gucci... I'm just tryna figure (figure) Why you up in here (x3) I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill Why you dancing on me Steady talking to me When you know that you're not gonna give it to me I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill |
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from Yelawolf - Trunk Muzik 0-60 (2010)
Yeah (burr)
Go white girl, its ya birthday [x2] Yelawolf mane and Gucci Go white girl, its ya birthday Yelawolf mane and Gucci Holleratche mane So I got this twelve pack (burr) We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer Wit ya girl in my ear sayin, I just wanna party [Verse 1 - Yelawolf] Trunk music got these poppers poppin on the Richter scale D boys on the corner droppin quarters like a wishin well Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of zinfandale Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she wont kiss and tell [inaudible], pack the pack and drink the ale Gettin drunk, I'm drunk as hell Dont think I can lean my chair Got a tooth brush for the dirty mouth mutha fuckin rappers You don't wanna see me there Blindside em, blindside em, bitch I'll leave you readin brail You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face I come from the bottom, you aint gotta put ya dope away Got so many hook ups I could pull the mutha fuckin train Reachin for the bottles baby, tell me what you want again [Chorus] I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer Got ya girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer Wit ya girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party [Verse 2 - Gucci Mane] Get wasted, too wasted, so wasted its scary Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty Lets party like its 1960, I'm the E A Jimmy Hendrix Now the hip imma hippopotamus, I'm roarin up that rinoshorus Shes jockin and its obvious, I land in your metropolis Don't know who the baby's father is, but I don't owe no apologies She just want a Harley, I'm rollin up the Marley, I'm drunk as Paul Mcartney I'm 80 bottles shawty I'm Gucci Mane not pootie tang, I put it down, don't pick it up Advice to you, don't pick on us, Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns We came here with 5 of em, i leave out with 9 of em Thats 14,Im keeping em around all morning till i get tired of em [Chorus] I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer Got ya girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer Wit ya girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party [Verse 3 - Yelawolf] Cocanie on the table wish the rappa got em choppin logs Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin pot Jackie Chan is rollin rollin, Yelawolf is powin powin Slow motion got hos in motion, I think it's the perfect time To put em in the mood, to put em in the car Take em to the house and (what) Take em to the moon, take em to the mouth How we do it down south and (what) I'm always going going, Ghettovison is sewing, plowing, growing, growing Crop dusting on the Boeing Catfish Billy, on ya grill(ey) Cook it up, make a meal(ey) Gettin stupid, gettin silly Drinkin beer(ey), also chile Fucked up but I'll tell you that I cant complain Yelawolf and Gucci Mane keepin yo bitch entertained [Chorus] I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer Got ya girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer Wit ya girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party (Gucci Mane) (Outro) Bama! We just wanna party (Hah Hah Hah) Yellow, Gucci (BURR) That's hard |
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from Gucci Mane - The Return Of Mr. Zone 6 (2011)
CHORUS:
Ima 24 hours, money and the power Stuntin on the hoes and Im shittin on the cowards Ima 24 hours Ima 24 hours Ima 24 hours No shit shave or shower Until I get my money back I gotta get my money up Im 24 hours Its Gucci Nigga ! How that sound Cori. Verse: Damn its a good day. Damn its a good day Call Drama boy and told him lets go make a hood tape First thang Ima do pull out my 7'4 Candy coated black things sittin on them 40 O's 24 towers, 8 bricks of powder, 10 bells of dro What i payed for the flour Dont talk about my lambo talk about my Rarri Talk about my phantom, talk about my Harley Brick Squad Biker boy , angel named Charlie Dudes goin psycho white boy narlie Every 24 seconds passin me the marley Lames tryna diss dont effect me hardly CHORUS: Ima 24 hours, money and the power Stunting on the hoes and Im shittin on the cowards So 24 hours Ima 24 hours. Ima 24 hours No shit shave or shower Until I get my money back I gotta get my money up Ima 24 hours. Ima 24 hours Its Gucci ! Verse: Im goin to the bank again make a deposit Its gettin kinda chilly bring my minks up out tha closet Gettin kinda warm get my jewerly out the safe If it be a problem put the hater in his place Im slicker than a oil spill Sharper than a razor Im screamin anybody get it like my nigga Magor Finna cop a condo and fill it up with ammo Brick Squad Bandana on I think Im fuckin Rambo Its Gucci Ima killer so dont push me Brick Squad aint no pussy niggas Runnin wit dem wig splittas Niggas screamin roll one Gucci let me hold some But I cant let you hold none I hit you wit the whole draw Chorus: Ima 24 hours, money and the power Stuntin on the hoes and shittin on the cowards So 24 hours Ima 24 hoyrs. Ima 24 hours No shit, shave or shower Until I get my money back I gotta get my money up Ima 24 hours. Ima 24 hours Its Gucci ! Verse: Im fuckin wit a white girl you can call me Ice t Cause I got my crystals on you can call em Spike Lee Robbin me unlikely last time drop em Hollow tip stopped em I aint have time to box him Stuntin like an actor Runnin like an athlete Strait to the money like a sprinter at a track meet First signed Waka , then i signed Gucci Then I sign Brick Squad tell em come sue me Chorus: |
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from Gucci Mane - The Return Of Mr. Zone 6 (2011)
[Intro:]
"Drumma Boy" [echoes] Ay yeah boyyyy, ay yeah [x2] (It's Gucci! Unghh) [Gucci Mane:] Hey girl I'm tearin it up and they knowin that I had sex so much that I ain't goin back I blow stack after stack after stack after stack At the rack everyday and they knowin that Well I'm blowin that and I'm doin this And my red flag got the haters pissed Don't reckless, this not a diss This not a threat, this real shit And don't play me, cause ain't no stoppin me Ain't no toppin me, and ain't no robbin me Cut the robbers outs, I brought the goons out We reckless, we O.G. On Acuras and they textin us But who gives a fuck and who gives a damn? I'm blood in and blood out on Flat Shoals with big sand And Waka Flocka, thanks Flocka Waka Two times, cause we two crimes Two bloods and two rides with fo' nines and gang signs So what's up? The pricety, I'm icey as iced tea I'm the king of diamonds and the princess shinin And all mine behind me [Chorus: x8] Let's get reckless, let's get reckless [Cap:] Oh yeah! Cap, I'm in beast mode Hell yeah I'm on reckless If you don't like it pussy nigga come check this Respect this or meet your death wish There's 17 bird on my necklace I fuck with dem and they fuck with me Don't fuck with us, get the fuck from 'round Cause I like to pop and we sucker free Reckless, reckless, e'rybody goin HAM Don't test this, cause if you do That Smith & Wesson go blam, damn Look what the fuck done happened Just cause you heard that a nigga start rappin That I'm worryin about the [?] pulled out No toppin, no clappin, clear the whole scene I'm smashin Bye, gone - boy you better catch up nigga Get hit from your neck up nigga Nobody wan' fess up, get your block up Leave the whole scene full of ketchup nigga They are wildin, on wildin, on ballin, they violent I got the little man sydrome, get me in the end zone Signin autographs who's stylin? [Chorus] [Chill Will:] Huh? Huh? Huh? Vacation in Miami, they say I'm swag surfin Your girl with ya she ain't lookin but her ass flirtin See I'm a classy nigga, a thousand dollar curtains And I just made yo' nigga mad cause his pocket hurtin And I don't mean I'm jackin off when I say I'm chokin chickens I mean, when we rap on mo' we call that chokin chickens I got a talkin code, for all he knows it folds Too buck to be on probation, too rich to be on parole My dawgs love me on I'm on the mic talkin reckless Stuntin, ballin, million dollar flexin My dawgs love me on I'm on the mic talkin reckless Stuntin, ballin, millionaire flexin [Chorus] |
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from Gucci Mane - The Return Of Mr. Zone 6 (2011)
Shout Out To My Set. Shout To My Set. Shout Out My Connect. Shout Out My Connect. Shout Out To My Check. Shout To My Check. Shout Out My Wrist & Neck. Shout Out My Wrist & Neck. Im A Man of Respect. Man of Respect. & Imma Nigga With A Check. Nigga With A Check. Imma Man of Respect. Man of Respect. A Niqqa with A Check. Niqqa With A Check.
Wooh Da Kidd: Shout Out To Youur Main Bitch. Shout To Her Neck. It's Cold Outside I Dont Got Time To Play. So Please Dont Get Wet . its Just me With My Young Boy At Your Door With The Teck. Aint Shit For Free. That's It For Me I Demand A Check. Shout Out To My Weed Man, I Call Him The Geek Squad I Smoke To Much. I Just Lost My Thoughts. I'm Feelin like A Retard. Got 2 Best Freaks Plus Me Riding In That 2 Seater. They Face To Face. Im By Myself But They Huggin Like A Wife Beater. Shout Out To My Og For Him Im Puttin In Work. Shout To Them Real Killa's Thats Puttin In That Twerk. Wooh Da Kidd A Real Nigga . Shout Out To My Set. Shout Out To My Bruler For My Wrist & Neck. Chorus. Gucci: Shout Out To My Accountin. My Attorney's & Manager's . & Shout Out To My 26's Dat Sittin Up Under My Challenger. Imma Professional.Your A Ammetour Youur A Artist Im A Animal. I Eat Rubbers. Im Hanibal Not Canibal. Im A Carnivore. Im A Dinasour. Your A Herbivore. I Use Verbs Up Verbs You Proably Aint Never Heard Before . Faith Trapper Never Sold Birds Before Proably Never Even Use Dirty Words Before But Not Me. Cant Stop Me. Aint No Hood Nigga Gonna top Me . Im Focus. Just Watch Me I Send out Shout Out To My Posy . I Send A Shout Out To My A-r. My Tek-9 & My A-k I Dont Play Not A Day. Not A Way Im Gucci. Salute Me Or Shoot Me. Make Next Move Your Best Me. Every Move Around Me Is A Chest Move. Real Goon's Dont Aim For The Chest Fool Chorus. |
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from Gucci Mane - The Return Of Mr. Zone 6 (2011)
[Beginning x2]
I love things about her I love the way she treat me I love the way she fuck me I love the way she suck me [Gucci] Im a trapaholic All I do is ball Tear the mall down, naw trick Don't flag me down see me down town rarri I didnt mean to shit on you excuse me sorry Verse so slick make my video marvelous Polo to the floor Ralph down like carlton Try the CEO they gone put you on a carton I don't mean no harm but my diamonds are dumb Plenty rocks on my arm Me & Rocko the Don, East Atlanta's a slum Where I'm from got a gun in the club havin fun And after its done no more coaches to call it After party bachelor party they shoulda called it [Chorus x2] I love things about her (but don't love her ) I love the way she treat me (but don't love her ) I love the way she fuck me (but don't love her) I love the way she suck me (still don't love her) [Rocko] Man I love the way she shake it I like it cause she groovin Love to see her naked I love to watch her move it I like her she the coolest Good head on her shoulders I love the way she use it Ay, I like the way she fuck me Love the way she suck me Love how everytime we play she catch it like rugby I love she know whats up with me She love me cause I'm gutta I like a lot about her though still don't love her Still super cool though Yeah she my lil buddy She be sharper than ah pencil Yeah she my lil cutti Shawty say I'm dirty but when I see ha she wanna hug me Super swag carrots match all my bitches love me [Chorus x2] I love things about her (but don't love her ) I love the way she treat me (but don't love her ) I love the way she fuck me (but don't love her) I love the way she suck me (still don't love her) [Webbie] I love how she be swallowin my nut then she be throwin me up I love how she fuck but still I hate when she be blowin me up All the bustas a sweat ha only ballers can get ha She a flipper I love she do whatever I tell her Yeah I like her a lot but still don't love her at all I hate pussy ass niggas but im in love with them mall I got a crush on white diamonds & I got a thang for dat kush That sour diesel's my favorite you betta watch how you look Quick to take ya lil diva & treat that hoe like a slut She was suckin on gucci I had my dick in her butt You know I'm bad bitch crazy 187's my favorite Infatuated with money free boosie boo the streets crazy [Chorus x2] I love things about her ( but don't love her ) I love the way she trick me (but don't love her ) I love the way she fuck me (but don't love her) I love the way she suck me (still don't love her) |
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from Gucci Mane - The Return Of Mr. Zone 6 (2011)
[Chorus]
I know that I need ha But dont know how to treat ha But you deserve better baby,better baby,better baby You deserve better baby,better baby,better baby Though I wanna keep ha Be jealous if she leave uh But you deserve better baby,better baby,better baby You deserve better baby,better baby,better baby And I cant hold you back baby [Verse] I really think I love her but I dont think I know I could I know I wanna fuck her but Really thinking if I should How can I believe her I dont even believe myself Tell me how to trust her I cant even trust myself And I cant live alone At the end of the day cant fuck myself I told her Im confused And she told me to go fuck myself Now Im alone in this world Nothing left but me But I was born all alone So I guess thats how its meant to be But she was sent to me And I didnt recognize And I blame it on ma pride On a fact gon send aside it Eyes redder than a rose Heart bluer than a violet My heart broke and Im heartless And aint no need to hide it (Gucci) [Chorus] [Verse] A heart breaking is heart broke Imma tell the truth cause we grown folks Why you lookin through ma phone fo Thats why we ended up none more You done know me like Chan Doe Done left me up in my condo Looking for you like Wardo My nose open like Gunzo I think I love her I dont know I like her alot but she loco She crazy, swagged up, I try to hug her she want more In and out ah town all the time She in and out ma mind all the time I cant lie baby girl stupid fine But Im out the tush got that stupid grind She loves me now or she loves me not Treat me cold no she treat me hot Caramel but not apricot Got one chance wont miss the shot I know she special yeah alot I know someone might take ma spot Cant lie it may hurt alot But uh she need a man or not(Its Gucci) [Chorus] |
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