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That Thang – Futuristic


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
You got that thang, I don’t usually sing
it made me sing, don’t it
Put a ring on it, ring finger on your left hand
throw twenty G’s on it
Low key? No we, out in the public eye
Never seen you with another guy
When I met you, you was kinda shy
See you later maybe never or some other time
Cause you got that thang
You got that thang, that make a nigga lose focus
I’m hoping you notice, the way that I’m open
This moment is golden, let’s slow it down
I’m frozen, you chosen, the closest
let’s roll this and smoke it
And now you outspoken and showing emotions
You touch me, I touch you and now we exploding

I wanna hear you scream like a scary movie
Feel the passion like you married to me
The sacred nobody else could do me
Like you do me, strumming the pain, Fugees
Don’t worry ‘bout the paper, I make it more than a loose leaf
Have a few sheets, a little pillow talking
I’m the boss, girl, I’m still in office
If a nigga disrespect you then I’m stealing off him
He still at it then I build a coffin, I don’t play that
Relationship was Rocky like A$AP, now I need it ASAP
In the day take a great nap
And if you got pregnant I’d tell you, “Keep it”
No plan B, don’t even keep it a secret
I’m needing it more than ever and more is better
You should probably move in, I’ll give you a couple reasons
I got that thang, I’m on your brain
Now you fallen like the season, damn

You got that thang
You got that thang, that make a nigga go
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn
You got that thang
You got that thang, that make a nigga go
Oo, oo, oo, baby
You got that thang
You got that thang, that make a nigga go
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn
Yeah, you got that thang and I need that thang
You should bring that thang, hope you on your way
You been on my brain

Yo, you look incredible, delectable and sexually exceptional
I had to let you know the directional, never skeptical
Edible, obsessional, I’m in need of some medical
Put you on the wall like a motherfucking collectable
Respectable, I dig the way that you be so professional
Impeccable and anybody else is unacceptable
Unethical, other women often one dimensional, insensible
I hope you get the principal I’m spitting out
I don’t even look at women when they walk past
Okay, maybe I do
Then I compare them to you and they fail so bad
On a scale of one to ten you like a twenty-two
A million things that I wanna do
A lot of promises that I intend to keep
I ain’t seen you in a week
You got that thang, I need that thang
So put that thang on the sheets, damn

You got that thang
You got that thang, that make a nigga go
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn
You got that thang
You got that thang, that make a nigga go
Oo, oo, oo, baby
You got that thang
You got that thang, that make a nigga go
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn
Yeah, you got that thang and I need that thang
You should bring that thang, hope you on your way
You been on my brain

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Corações Em Guerra – K-Libre


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
E eu que sempre fui como um soldado
Agora estou com medo de novo
E acreditei por tantas mil vezes
Que viria alguém me tirar daqui

E agora já não tenho espada nas mãos
E lá fora outros mil soldados caminham sem direção
Esperando o amanhã
Esperando que seja amanhã
O dia da nossa redenção

Cansados do tom das noites vazias
Nós atravessamos um rio de mentiras
Desviando de tiros e apunhaladas
Seguimos o caminho, subimos as escadas

E agora aqui do alto vejo solidão
Por toda parte há soldados travando guerra em seus corações
Esperando o amanhã
Esperando que seja amanhã
O dia da sua rendição

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Pussy Print – Kanye West feat. Gucci Mane


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
Wizop
Yeezy Mane
(Mike Will Made It)

Bitch stop the comparisons
I’m not these other artistses
I’m Gucci Mane La Flare
My neck on that real retarded shit
Keep a towel with me
Cause my watch be drippin’ water, bitch
And I only featured Kanye
Cause we both some fuckin’ narcissists
Narcissistic tendencies with psychopathic pockets, bitch
My bank account is crazy, bitch
I think it needs some medicine
My straight jacket Givenchy-enchy-enchy
Can’t even pronounce that shit
Designer jeans, designer drugs
Just bought me a designer bitch
Why this bitch keep hittin’ my line?
She knowin’ she ain’t no dime and shit
Knowin’ I ain’t got no time to waste
Be fuckin’ around with no nickle bitch
Your nigga pinchin’ pennies
But I’m out here making these millions, bitch
Don’t ask me who I’m votin’ for
Cause I got all the presidents
My bitch walk ‘round in lingerie
Out there, she think she elegant
It’s an elephant in the room
Guess who’s the mothafuckin’ elephant? (It’s Gucci)
Maybach in the garage, elevator in the residence
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print (Wop)

Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print

Me and Guwop, makin’ super moves
Makin’ stupid cash, stack it through the roof
You don’t fuck with me? The feelin’ mutual
I’d feel the same if I drove that Subaru
We hit the city, the old me goin’ OC
Hi friend, only gonna watch that, that’s so weak
Seven times in a row, I could go the whole week
I could take you from the nosebleeds to the floor seats
But I need that, in the sauna
In the bathroom, at your mama’s
Like a pornstar, I’m a monster
You a dancer on the camera
In the G-string, girl I want you
At the concert, at the condo
In my bedroom, in the guestroom
In the restroom, fuck it every room
Tryna see that

Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print

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1st Day Out Tha Feds – Gucci Mane


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
Yah
Swizzop
It’s Gucci
Mike Will

I’m hearing shooters load pistols while I’m brushing my teeth
I get so many death threats it’s getting normal to me
But I bend don’t break, I don’t ask just take
Black gloves, black tape and I don’t play nor pray
Wake up and take a piss, I hear ‘em sharpening knives
Main focus every day is make it out here alive
Take a shower in my boots and go to sleep in my shoes
Last night I had a dream some killers ran in my room
Trying to be patient but nigga I can’t wait
On the chase to kill my enemies and beat my case
So when they ask me how I feel about ‘em I can’t say
You either with me, or against me, or you in my way
I got a pack of hungry wolves and if I don’t feed em
Then they might turn on me, feel like I don’t need em
I keep the best pedigree but hell I don’t breed em
It’s a lot of people scared of me and I can’t blame em
They call me crazy so much, I think I’m starting to believe em
I did some things to some people that was down right evil
Is it karma coming back to me, so much drama
My own mama turned her back on me, and that’s my mama
I lost three people close to me in one summer
Ten years later still don’t know shot up my Hummer
But I bend I don’t break, I don’t ask I take
Black gloves and black tape, nigga it’s my first day

Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop
Fuck you, fuck you
Pussy
Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop

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Multi Millionaire Laflare – Gucci Mane


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
I’m a Multi Millionaire
Multi Millionaire La Flare nigga
It’s Gucci, It’s Wizzop
BRR BRR, catch up, (go, go, go)

I’m smiling like the Joker
All these choker chains keep chokin’ me
Trying to keep the poker face
My extended clip keep pokin’ me
All these tinted chains and bracelets
Look like diamonds crawlin’ on me
Haters keep provoking me, bitches keep on callin’ on me
Fuck the beef bring me the cheese, ain’t no rapper hot as me
Fuck yo plug come shop with me, can’t nobody fuck with me
All the lean I serve is clean, bought a new rerock machine
This shit come from Medellín you can step on it again
Naked hoes in front of me, nasty as I wanna be
That boy is so wanna be, Gucci its just one of me
My shoes never fit your feet
You ain’t cut from the same cloth as me
Bring my Rolexs to me
And take these handcuffs off of me

All my friends are millionaires, I hangout with millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
My lil chick a millionaire, my home boys are millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
I done pushed a million bales, I done served a million squares
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
Colder than a fridge done kicked it with a lot of players

Call me Gucci got them gasbags, fuck a nigga hashtag
Mister mister Trap God, cash in the trash bag
Rolled a pound bag, two stacks, call me daddy fat sax
Bombs over Baghdad rappers in a knapsack
Tryna lock the whole trap
Damn I miss my old trap
Damn I miss my old trap
Damn I miss my old trap
Boulder Crest Atlanta, East Atlanta 6
Wrist so rocky got ya bitch jockey asap
Every nigga tote a yoppa nigga we a K camp
Undisputed heavy weight champion I’m a state champ
I’m a make her panties get damp, they got stay damp
Riding with the lady and the tramp
Man my plug off the ramp
Get got them hands with the stamp
He a millionaire

All my friends are millionaires, I hangout with millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
My lil chick a millionaire, my home boys are millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
Colder than a fridge done kicked it with a lot of players
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare

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Richest Nigga In The Room – Gucci Mane


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
Yeah, brr

I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Look at me, I’m the richest nigga in the room

’89, ’96, 2002
I was selling dope before they thought it was cool
I was the brokest damn nigga in the school
Remember they was laughing at me pointing at my shoes
Back in ’92 I was a social recluse
’96 I bought me a caprice coupe
I shot it to the first nigga sold me a deuce
Yeah the first nigga sold me a deuce

I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga
I’m the Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me I’m the richest nigga in the room

2002 I was wild as hell
Trapper and a rapper I’mma sign myself
A lotta people didn’t believe time would tell
Had this dark skin girl she was dark as hell
22 years old 90 days in jail
The only thing I’m try do is buy a red Chevelle
This money on my head cause I robbed a we’ll
Burned all my bridges time to sink or swim
You a man or a mouse hammer head or brim
Bitch Imma hard head cause I’m hard to kill
They say Gucci Mane’s a cutthroat he probably is
He’ll rob steal and kill and he probably will
They say Gucci Mane a jack boy he probably is
He’ll rob steal and kill and he gone off them pills
Gucci

I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga
I’m the Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me I’m the richest nigga in the room

You know I fuck with zaytoven we go way back
I’d rather rap a Zay track than a Dre track
You know I fuck with Mike Will
Now they screaming trap back Gucci Mane back nigga

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Guwop Home – Gucci Mane feat. Young Thug


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
Mike Willy with me nigga
Free Guwop
We no longer miss you, yeah
I know Guwop home
We no longer miss you
Mike will made it

Dream, it’s a young nigga dream, yeah
Money tall like I’m Charlie Sheen, yeah (Wop)
I’m a blood but I got on blue jeans
Nigga act so tough and startin’ a scene
In Blue flame, I’m the trap God
Throwing green rain
Nice guy, mean chain
Pull up in a cream Range
Orange seats, orange feet
What do all that orange mean?
Old rich ass nigga I got everything

Rose gold watch, but my bottle pink gold
Three red hoes walking round in red rose
Can’t stay the night I’m not the type to be on Skype
Foo’ wrote me off, said that I was gone, that was a typo
Take a white girl out a trailer make her Iggy
Take a black bitch outta Magic make her Nicki
Pissy yellow Rollie, baby pissy on her feelings
My young bitches show respect they call me Mr. Millions
Brown skin chick and she love to wear purple
Her nails purple, lips purple, pussy hair purple
Big titty Amazon in my black Benz
I’m rich black man got a couple white friends

Dream, it’s a young nigga dream, yeah
Money tall like I’m Charlie Sheen, yeah (Wop)
I’m a blood but I got on blue jeans
Nigga act so tough and startin’ a scene
In Blue flame, I’m the trap God
Throwing green rain
Nice guy, mean chain
Pull up in a cream Range
Orange seats, orange feet
What do all that orange mean?
Old rich ass nigga I got everything

My teeth white like a toilet tissue
Stop the cappin’, boy you know you missing
We hit the lobby then we saw you kissing
Lil momma crazy she gon’ try and kill you
I got the weed, bring the molly with you
I got the syrup, bring the Jolly Ranchers
You talk to 12 we gon off your body
You tripping boy you need some knowledge in you
Boss man from the 1248
Wasn’t playing, nigga, 1248
Living good, everyday my birthday
Pockets full of money match the big cake
National bid day
Free the Wop nigga, National Siblings Day
Call the dentist day
Pull up to the public, come and see the bae
Ran it up to the top
Get out and ran it back to the top
Flood your ear you neck your wrist your fingers
And put it all on the rocks
Say Guwop home and yeah it’s official
What’s wrong with you?

Dream, it’s a young nigga dream, yeah
Money tall like I’m Charlie Sheen, yeah (Wop)
I’m a blood but I got on blue jeans
Nigga act so tough and startin’ a scene
In Blue flame, I’m the trap God
Throwing green rain
Nice guy, mean chain
Pull up in a cream Range
Orange seats, orange feet
What do all that orange mean?
Old rich ass nigga I got everything (It’s Gucci!)

Big Guwop home
We no longer miss you
I know Guwop home
We no longer miss you, hey
I can’t wait
Ran it up to the top
Get it out and ran it back to the top
Flood your ears you neck your wrist your fingers
Blood, all my hoes can rock
Say Guwop home and yeah it’s official
What’s wrong with you

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Back On Road – Gucci Mane feat. Drake


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
Zone six!

I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then btich don’t expect no love when I’m back

I’m just an East Atlanta nigga with a body on this belt
I done had a million beefs but I ain’t never call for help
I’ll take a nigga bricks and I done took a nigga reup
Put that pistol on your partner made him piss all on himself
Got your bitch so pissy drunk
That she done threw up on herself
‘Fore I send her back to you
She gon’ have Guwop on her breath
I’m the last real nigga left
I’m on an island by myself
I’m my only competition so I’m battling with myself
Facing prison, drug addiction
It’s like I’m battling with myself
I done shook up all my demons
Now I’m back to myself
You didn’t keep it real nigga so just keep it to yourself
Waiting on Gucci Mane to call you
Nigga better not hold your breath

I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back

These niggas faking like they happy but they mad I’m home
I’m the 2K16 Al Capone
I slap a nigga with a strap and then I throw him a hammer
He be like “fuck going to trial, man just throw me the money”
Can’t eat, can’t sleep, man I miss these skreets
Muhammad Ali and these skreets miss me
I went from trappin’ on the block to niggas trappin’ for me
I left the trappin’ went to rap thought you’d be happy for me
And then your jealousy turned to hate
And you wrote a statement on me
But when they let me out the gates
My bitch was waiting on me
See I ain’t mad at you homie, we ain’t got no beef
But I ain’t got no rat for you, I know you must love cheese

I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back

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Pussy Print – Gucci Mane feat. Kanye West


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
Wizop
Yeezy Mane
(Mike Will Made It)

Bitch stop the comparisons
I’m not these other artistses
I’m Gucci Mane La Flare
My neck on that real retarded shit
Keep a towel with me
Cause my watch be drippin’ water, bitch
And I only featured Kanye
Cause we both some fuckin’ narcissists
Narcissistic tendencies with psychopathic pockets, bitch
My bank account is crazy, bitch
I think it needs some medicine
My straight jacket Givenchy-enchy-enchy
Can’t even pronounce that shit
Designer jeans, designer drugs
Just bought me a designer bitch
Why this bitch keep hittin’ my line?
She knowin’ she ain’t no dime and shit
Knowin’ I ain’t got no time to waste
Be fuckin’ around with no nickle bitch
Your nigga pinchin’ pennies
But I’m out here making these millions, bitch
Don’t ask me who I’m votin’ for
Cause I got all the presidents
My bitch walk ‘round in lingerie
Out there, she think she elegant
It’s an elephant in the room
Guess who’s the mothafuckin’ elephant? (It’s Gucci)
Maybach in the garage, elevator in the residence
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print (Wop)

Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print

Me and Guwop, makin’ super moves
Makin’ stupid cash, stack it through the roof
You don’t fuck with me? The feelin’ mutual
I’d feel the same if I drove that Subaru
We hit the city, the old me goin’ OC
Hi friend, only gonna watch that, that’s so weak
Seven times in a row, I could go the whole week
I could take you from the nosebleeds to the floor seats
But I need that, in the sauna
In the bathroom, at your mama’s
Like a pornstar, I’m a monster
You a dancer on the camera
In the G-string, girl I want you
At the concert, at the condo
In my bedroom, in the guestroom
In the restroom, fuck it every room
Tryna see that

Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin’, bulgin’
Pokin’ out just like a pussy print

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FDT Part 2 – YG ft. G-Eazy, Macklemore


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
(Intro):::
This is the activation of the emergency broadcast system

(Hook: YG):::
Fuck Donald Trump
Fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
It’s for our people
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Ain’t nobody else gon’ speak up, we gon’ speak up
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
(Verse 1: G-Eazy):::
I got a question…
How’d he make it this far? How the fuck did it begin?
A Trump rally sounds like Hitler in Berlin
Or KKK shit, now I’m goin’ in
I’m just sayin’ what’s real, I don’t give a fuck who I offend
Cause it’s gotta be said, it’s gotta be said
It’s off the top like the toupee on Donald Trump’s head
This man’s not peaceful, racism’s evil
This man hates Muslims, that’s a billion fuckin’ people
If truth be told, Donald is a terrorist
Reasons why the world’s got a problem with Americans
The fuck is goin’ on? People just passed
A mass murder happened, you said thanks for the congrats
You tryna get your votes up, you don’t got class
Orlando was a tragedy, you react fast
And then made it ‘bout you, to boost your campaign
It’s goin’ all bad if he wins this damn thing
Man America is fucked if he’s next up
Take a day to undo what Obama fixed up
It’s Young Gerald so you know who said it
And Ivanka can get it, straight up

(Hook: YG):::
Fuck Donald Trump
Fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump

(Verse 2: Macklemore):::
Oh we ridin’, check it
Now, we protest when we see the tour bus (bang, bang)
Too scared to get out, that’s why the door is shut (bang, bang)
Your politics are like a Starburst pack (why?)
Nobody fucks with the orange one (biatch!)
Bannin’ all Muslims? Aiight, bool (this guy)
What if we ban all the white dudes?
Because a couple have run up in trenchcoats and rifles
And killed in the name of Jesus Christ at the high school
How ‘bout we stop sellin’ automatic guns?
You got rich cause your daddy gave you automatic funds
Add it up, you an automatic punk, what it is?
I’m just tryna make America great again! (Mothafucka)
Party in the streets when Hillary wins
If she don’t, my girl’s half Canadian
Actually nah, I’m not gonna stay with them
I got an eagle on my arm, I’m a patriot
I’ma stay right here, I ain’t livin’ in fear
With my people who are Muslims, Mexican and queer
And we ain’t gonna let you fuck up four years
Ain’t gonna let you fuck up for years

(Hook: YG):::
Fuck Donald Trump
Fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Send it over
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Ain’t nobody feelin’ your ass
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Ain’t nobody feelin’ you ass
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Here we go again

(Verse 3: YG):::
Thought I was makin’ songs just to ride to?
But come to find out your own kind don’t even like you
Macklemore don’t like you, G-Eazy don’t like you
The rest weenies, they scared to say it, but they don’t like you
Obama don’t like you, Michelle don’t like you
Been tryna make it to one of your rallies but I ain’t have time to, punk
Piss on your golf course just to find you
Like where you hidin’ at? Who you lyin’ to?
Fuck your get rich scheme, I’ve been ballin’ out
You’re too old, you keep lyin’, that’s why your hair fallin’ out
Donald Trump, call him out, KKK supporter
His favorite phrase, “Deport ‘em,” how the fuck y’all endorse him?
Since America is fucked up anyway
Give Obama a third term, that’s what plenty say
Just left Texas, hit the stage for a couple thousand
And had your same color people hollerin’

(Hook: YG):::
Fuck Donald Trump
Fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, fuck Donald Trump
Yeah