Bem Feito – Silvanno Salles


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Você saiu, falou que nunca mais ia voltar
Que iria ser feliz sem mim, tá bom, haha!
Haha, eu duvido!

Juro que não é praga minha, mas não vai encontrar
Alguém que te ame tanto
Se quer ir então vá!
Haha, eu duvido!

Eu tenho pena quando perceber
Que foi um passatempo e nada mais
Uma vontade, um momento
Vai bater arrependimento
Aí cê vai lembrar de mim
Aí cê vai lembrar de mim

Tá vendo, você não me escutou e tá aí sofrendo
Foi procurar lá fora o que tinha aqui dentro
Enxuga essas lágrimas
E olha bem no fundo dos meu olhos

Bem feito!
Ninguém mandou se aventurar, cair em tentação
Agora se entenda com seu coração
Você estragou tudo e agora vai pagar pelo que fez
Bem feito!

A Nossa Praia – Matheus e Kauan


A Nossa Praia – Matheus e Kauan

Você reparou, o tempo parou para nós
A melhor canção é o som da sua voz
No horizonte o céu faz um show de cores para nós dois
E deixa eu te contar que o melhor
Eu guardei para depois

A nossa praia é amar, beijar
Ficar de boa em frente ao mar
Com aquela pessoa que eu escolhi para ficar
E tudo que atrasa, deixar a maré levar
Deixar levar

A nossa praia é amar, beijar
Ficar de boa em frente ao mar
Com aquela pessoa que eu escolhi para ficar
E tudo que atrasa, deixar a maré levar
Deixar levar

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Seu Polícia – Silvanno Salles


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Seu polícia
É que eu separei recentemente
De paixão eu tô doente
Será que o senhor me entende

Os vizinhos estão reclamando
Do volume do meu som
Mas enquanto ela não voltar
Eu vou continuar

Me afogando no álcool
O som do carro no talo
Manda a multa que eu vou pagar
Mas enquanto ela não voltar

Sofrimento é mato
Coração em pedaço
Compreenda por favor
O meu amor me deixou

Cantada – Silvanno Salles


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Pela luz do sol que me ilumina
Não existe nada mais que me fascina
Que te ver chegar

Com a pele bronzeada e a boca vermelha
E esse sorrisão de orelha a orelha
Vai me faltando o ar

Se esse sorriso for pra mim
Eu sou o cara que tem mais sorte no mundo
Azar de quem perdeu, agora sou eu

Quem vai te queimar no meu fogo?
E amanhã vai ter de novo

E às 9 da manhã, quando você acordar
E se perguntar: Como foi? Como é?

A gente só saiu pra jantar e foi ficando
É que a gente só saiu pra jantar e foi ficando
A gente saiu e ficou pro café
(É que a gente só saiu pra jantar e ficou pro café)

Pela luz do sol que me ilumina
Não existe nada mais que me fascina
Que te ver chegar

Com a pele bronzeada e a boca vermelha
E esse sorrisão de orelha a orelha
Vai me faltando o ar

Se esse sorriso for pra mim
Eu sou o cara que tem mais sorte no mundo
Azar de quem perdeu, agora sou eu

Quem vai te queimar no meu fogo?
E amanhã vai ter de novo

E às 9 da manhã, quando você acordar
E se perguntar: Como foi? Como é?

A gente só saiu pra jantar e foi ficando
É que a gente só saiu pra jantar e ficou pro café

E às 9 da manhã, quando você acordar
E se perguntar: Como foi? Como é?

A gente só saiu pra jantar e foi ficando
É que a gente só saiu pra jantar e foi ficando
A gente saiu e ficou pro café

Pela luz do sol que me ilumina
Não existe nada mais que me fascina
Que te ver chegar

Não Vamos Brigar Por Ela – Silvanno Salles


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Ela diz que eu sou seu amor primeiro
Que não há ninguém melhor do que eu neste mundo inteiro
Quando está comigo ela é só paixão, amor e ternura
Fala que você foi só uma ilusão, só uma aventura

Pois ela me diz que só é feliz, quando está comigo
Que sou o maior, e você é só, um simples amigo
A gente perdeu, nem você nem eu, vai contar vitória
Não há ganhador, só há perdedor, nesta louca história

Não, não vamos brigar por ela
Ninguém é dono dela
Nem eu, nem você

Não, não vamos brigar por ela
Ninguém é dono dela
Nem eu, nem você
Nem eu, nem você

Pussy Print – Kanye West feat. Gucci Mane


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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

1st Day Out Tha Feds – Gucci Mane


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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

Multi Millionaire Laflare – Gucci Mane


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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

Richest Nigga In The Room – Gucci Mane


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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

Guwop Home – Gucci Mane feat. Young Thug


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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