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Gucci Mane – Cold (feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It) Lyrics

Gucci Mane – Cold (feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It) [ Lyrics ] Letra Gucci Mane Gucci Mane – Cold Lyrics

Thinking ‘bout them cold nights
Cold, sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin’ but cold food, they let me out that cold jail
Damn
Soon as I touched down I had to give them folks hell
Yeah
Took off all them jail clothes, showered off that jail smell
Yeah

I don’t need no wishing well, I’ma buy my bitch Chanel
Keep it real, she paid the bail, kept it player, no kiss and tell
Shout out to the cartel, fuck the opps, they called twelve
I been trapping since twelve, selling nicks and bricks and bales
Narcotics and plenty sales, glass bowls and pocket scales
Skrrt
Burglar bars and cameras before my life was glamorous
Huh
I shine like a camera
Shine, I kicked all the amateurs
556’s damage ya
Hot, we don’t tote no Derringer
Hot
Go check the thermometer
Hot, we bloodied the furniture
We hit at his momma house, I heard it woke his momma up
Mom
I’ma keep the chopper tucked, run up if you think you tough
Cha-cha
Playing with all that funny stuff, they found his body in the bluff
Ha
Poker face, we never bluff
Play with them, don’t play with us
Nah
We got toys like Toys R Us, the chop’s so long it’s folding up
Where my boys? They rolling up
They look young, they old enough
Hell no, they ain’t old as us
But try us, they gon’ spray your bus
Grah

Thinking ‘bout them cold nights, sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin’ but cold food, they let me out that cold jail
Yeah
Soon as I touched down I had to give them folks hell
What’s up, Wop?
Took off all them jail clothes, showered off that jail smell

Look, look, look

Bounced out of the BOP, still toting that stick on me
I got it
All these hoes tryna fuck
What?, I ain’t giving no dick for free
At all
All these people want a show
What?, need that bag COD
I need it
All these lil’ slick posts, say that shit to me in the streets
Smashed all my old beef, smashed out my old teeth
One by one I’m coming to collect from everybody that owe me
Everybody
Real killers, they know me
They know, real street niggas mold me
Better be able to see your hands you ever try to approach me
Let me see, nigga
Feds got me burnt out, still a little institutionalized
Damn
Nigga, that shit was real, seen niggas stabbed to death right before my eyes
B-Gizzle and Gucci Mane, you know this shit gon’ ride
Free [?] fed niggas might start a riot

Thinking ‘bout them cold nights, sleeping in that cold cell
If it’s up, it’s stuck, nigga
Eating nothin’ but cold food, they let me out that cold jail
They can’t kick ‘em up, nigga
Soon as I touched down I had to give them folks hell
If it’s up, it’s stuck, nigga
Took off all them jail clothes, showered off that jail smell
They can’t kick ‘em up, nigga

Mike Will, B-Gizzle, Gucci Mane
This what the streets wanted to hear
This shit too real
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Gucci Mane – Cold (feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It) Lyrics

Gucci Mane – Cold (feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It) [ Lyrics ] Letra Gucci Mane Gucci Mane – Cold (feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It) Lyrics Verse 1: Gucci Mane
Thinking ‘bout them cold nights
Sleeping in that cold cell
Eating that damn cold food
They let me out that cold
Soon as I touched down I had to get them folks hell
Took off all them jail clothes, showered off that jail smell
I don’t need no wishing well, I’ma buy my bitch Chanel
Keep it real, she paid the bill, kept it player, no kiss and tell
Shout out to the cartel, fuck the ops, they called twelve
I been trapping since twelve, selling nicks and bricks and bells
Narcotics and ?, glass bowls and pocket scales
Burglar bars and cameras before my life was glamorous
I shine like a camera, I kept all the ?
556’s damage ya, we don’t tote no ?
? the thermometer, we bloodied furniture
We hid at his momma house, I heard it woke his momma up
I’ma keep the chopper tucked, run up if you think you tough
Playing with all that funny stuff, they found his body in the bluff
Poker face, we never bluff
Play with them, don’t play with us
We got toys like Toys R Us
The chop so long it’s folding up
Where my boys? They rolling up
They look young, they old enough
Hell no, they ain’t old as us
But try us, they gon’ spray your bus
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Gucci Mane – Glizock & Wizop (feat. Key Glock) Lyrics

Gucci Mane – Glizock & Wizop (feat. Key Glock) [ Lyrics] Letra Gucci Mane
Intro Key Glock
(BandPlay)
G-Lock
Yeah

Chorus Key Glock
Ayy, it’s Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, nigga, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot (Yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (Yeah)
Long live my nigga Flippa, bitch (Bitch), you see these blue rocks (Yep)
Ayy, I can’t put no money in my denim, it’s just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks
Verse 1 Gucci Mane
It’s Guwop and Glizock, and this combo gon’ be hard to stop
Zone 6 to South Memphis, totin’ that pistol like a cop
Wouldn’t give me my flowers, I rеwarded myself and bought a watch (Burr)
Took the fork and scrapеd the pot (Skrrt), it’s off the eye, I shake the pot
I can’t put no money in no niggas who ain’t worth it, dawg (No)
Confiscated my necklace ‘cause these suckers didn’t deserve it, y’all (Pussy)
Seventeen summers later, showin’ no signs of fallin’ off (Well, damn)
I didn’t even imagine I’d be ballin’ how I’m ballin’ now (Go, go)
Niggas tried to count me out, they miscounted the wrong amount (Wrong)
Killers took, don’t bring ‘em up, it’s ‘round ‘em if I bring ‘em out
Oh, you got a crash dummy, think before you send him off (Huh?)
His brain left on the dashboard, we all see what he thinkin’, dawg (Yeah)

Chorus Key Glock
Ayy, it’s Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, nigga, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot (Yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (Yeah)
Long live my nigga Flippa, bitch (Bitch), you see these blue rocks (Yep)
Ayy, I can’t put no money in my denim, it’s just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks

Verse 2 Key Glock
Yeah (Blue bucks)
Baby, I get too much
Motherfuckin’ money, so I gotta keep that tool tucked
I’m still the same youngin’, the only thing, my money grew up
It be the same niggas talkin’ ‘bout slidin’ and ain’t shootin’ nothin’
Yeah, bitch, I’m all about my bread, every crouton
Yeah, I just cut a check and bitch off like a coupon
Yeah, dead guys in my past, that shit two-hundred
Um, young nigga keep the heat up on ‘em, Jimmy Bun
Chorus Key Glock
Ayy, it’s Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, nigga, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot (Yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (Yeah)
Long live my nigga Flippa, bitch (Bitch), you see these blue rocks (Yep)
Ayy, I can’t put no money in my denim, it’s just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks
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Gucci Mane – There I Go (feat. J. Cole & Mike WiLL Made-It) Lyrics

Gucci Mane – There I Go (feat. J. Cole & Mike WiLL Made-It) [ Lyrics Letra ] Letra Gucci Mane Gucci Mane – Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Gucci Mane slayed it, cole walkin’ out with ms, the promoter paid it (wow)
The promoter paid it (well damn)
Yeah, uh

Real nigga, I don’t say that a lot
You can tell how I talk in the way that I rock
I’m a straight shooter, no sugarcoat
No booger sugar, never had a nose full of dope
It’s all good folks, cope how you wanna cope
Drink what you wanna drink, smoke what you wanna smoke
Stroke who you wanna stroke
Just as long she down, if she not, fuck it, then run along, boy
It’s too many fish to be pressed about a bitch
I’m stackin’ too many chips, could care less about a fit
I’m in some dirty ass kicks watchin’ YouTube
I’m cuttin grass in designer, like it’s fobu
I got a real thick gal, wanna sit on my lap
No bbl, you can tell she just built like that
You ever walk up to a spot knowin’ every bitch a pop?
Not a whole lot of niggas that done felt like that, but

There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
Yeah it’s me, with the inside out tee
Lowkey, only show up for a large fee
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
Yeah, that’s him, paid an arm and a limb for him
‘Cause they know the hoes jump out the gym for him

Gucci mane and J. Cole the collaboration
They poked the bear and woke the bear up out of hibernation
These boys exaggeratin’, do a lot of fabrication (liar)
But ain’t no gimmicks in my gang, this shit ain’t animations (liar)
Now mike will made-it and Gucci Mane slayed it (wow)
Think I’m the dopiest rapper ever, niggas overrated (well damn)
The pain got eliminated, the top decapitated (yeah)
He had a buzz, but it went dry, that shit evaporated (huh?)
Big ups to Fayetteville, shoutout Mechanicsville
I keep it trill, that go from Thomasville to Summerhill (for real)
In my Bugatti, but I used to have a Bonneville
I’m goin’ sky, I’m talkin’ switch my mood by puffy crib (wow)
Screamin’: Yes sir (yes sir), [let’s just?] stress first
My diamonds go, brr (brr), yeah it’s a cold world (it’s cold)
I told my niggas slow motion was the best motion (slow)
And money turn these bitches on, this shit like lil’ potion (woah)

There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
Yeah it’s me, with the inside out tee
Lowkey, only show up for a large fee

There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
Yeah, that’s him, paid an arm and a limb for him
‘Cause they know the hoes jump out the gym for him

Hoes jump out the gym for him
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
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Gucci Mane – Broken Hearted Lyrics

Gucci Mane – Broken Hearted [ Lyrics ] Letra Gucci Mane Gucci Mane – Broken Hearted [ Letra]
Can anybody cure me from a broken heart?
And put it back together ‘cause it fell apart
The blind leadin’ the blind, we walkin’ in the dark
(Once again, I’m locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Go

Can anybody cure me from a broken heart?
And put it back together ‘cause it broke apart (Damn)
The blind leadin’ the blind, we walkin’ in the dark
I think that it’s contagious, we forever scarred (Scarred)
Put diamonds on our chests to ease our achin’ heart (Burr)
So I keep you close to me so we never apart
You know it comes to light what happens in the dark
No matter what, it still can’t ease my broken heart (Go)

I’m just sittin’ here with my thoughts, thinkin’ ‘bout these wars I fought (Wars)
And all the flights I caught and all this ice I bought (For what?)
We used to pray for sunny days to take the rain away (The rain)
Guess all the money and the fame can’t take the pain away (Damn)
Been one a hell of a year, lost two of my closest peers (Fuck)
Still can’t believe it’s real or process they ain’t here (It’s real?)
The ‘Wop is on they job (For real?), the police got a job (For real?)
Bein’ a rapper’s a dangerous job, so I move like the mob (For real)
No, they can’t beat me or defeat me unless I catch a charge (No)
But I ain’t gon’ make it easy for ‘em, I’ma make it hard (Hard)
Say only God can judge (Judge), but that’s just a façade (Façade)
‘Cause if you live by the sword, you get judged by the judge (Judge)
‘Cause these niggas crash dummies (Crash dummies)
These niggas really flunkies (Really flunkies)
Please don’t try to run up, get done up just like that last dummy (Grrah)
Hood full of walkin’ zombies (Zombies)
These niggas really junkies (Junkies)
But it ain’t just in me, it’s on me, so I move like the army (It’s Gucci)

Can anybody cure me from a broken heart?
And put it back together ‘cause it broke apart (Damn)
The blind leadin’ the blind, we walkin’ in the dark
I think that it’s contagious, we forever scarred (Scarred)
Put diamonds on our chests to ease our achin’ heart (Burr)
So I keep you close to me so we never apart
You know it comes to light what happens in the dark
No matter what, it still can’t ease my broken heart

Spent Christmas in a cell
My birthday in a jail (Fuck)
Couldn’t even use the phone, folks had to send me mail (Mail)
They all prayed that I fail (They prayed)
Somehow, I still prevail (Stayed)
Guess only God can judge (God) and only time will tell (Time)
Can’t tell the good part of the story and leave out the bad part (Huh?)
You out of sight, you out of mind and that’s the really sad part (Facts)
Didn’t wanna listen, mama told him that his head was hard (Mom)
Didn’t have no vest on, heard they shot him, hit him in the heart
You know it always come to light what happens in the dark (True)
My life look pretty, but my past ugly as Bubba Sparxxx
R.I.P. Young Dolph, forever you’ll be in my heart (In my heart)
R.I.P. to Take and Scarr, that shit just broke my heart (Lord)

Can anybody cure me from a broken heart?
And put it back together ‘cause it broke apart (Damn)
The blind leadin’ the blind, we walkin’ in the dark
I think that it’s contagious, we forever scarred (Scarred)
Put diamonds on our chests to ease our achin’ heart (Burr)
So I keep you close to me so we never apart
You know it comes to light what happens in the dark
No matter what, it still can’t ease my broken heart

2Pac died, then Biggie died and it greatly impacted me
Then history repeated itself, repeated itself, repeated itself, repeated itself
First 2Pac died, then Biggie died and it greatly impacted me
Then history repeated itself, repeated itself, repeated itself, repeated itself
Damn

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Gucci Mane – Now It’s Real Lyrics

Gucci Mane – Now It’s Real [ Lyrics Letra ] Letra Gucci Mane Gucci Mane – Now It’s Real [ Lyrics Letra ]
Intro
Nah

Chorus
I could’ve been in prison with a hundred years
Yet I woke up in a mansion with two hundred mill’ (Huh)
Had to let go of the lean and get off the pills (The lean)
Cut a couple niggas off ‘cause they didn’t keep it real (Fuck ‘em)
My life is beautiful like Snoop Dogg and Pharrell (Pharrell)
Used to dream of livin’ like that but now it’s real (It’s real)
Remember I was sellin’ P’s like that rip for real (For real)
Now I played this right, I retired with a bill’ (A bill)
Verse 1
My car it cost two million, my watch cost a ticket (What the fuck?)
Worth a quarter billion now, and now I’m talkin’ liquid (You lyin’)
I’m hurtin’ these haters feelings, mama said I’m gifted (My mama)
They say my label cursed, I guess the curse lifted (It’s lifted)
My coupe an immigrant, it ain’t even shipped (It’s shipped)
I wired half a milli when it first was built (This shit built)
I never been a snitch, that’s not how I was built (Nah)
On a mission and I hop out, sweep the colored pill (Pill)
Cut from a different cloth, this a whole ‘nother quilt
I got so many whips, could start a dealership (A dealership)
They all delusional, I never needed them (Fuck ‘em)
I’m like the Godfather, help the needy ones (The needy ones)
These niggas got no motion ‘cause they greedy bums (They bums)
I slum valley alone, product of the slums (The 6)
They treat me like the Don ‘cause I’m one of the ones (The one)
You niggas don’t shoot guns, y’all just bumpin’ your gums

Chorus
I could’ve been in prison with a hundred years
Yet I woke up in a mansion with two hundred mill’ (Huh)
Had to let go of the lean and get off the pills (The lean)
Cut a couple niggas off ‘cause they didn’t keep it real (Fuck ‘em)
My life is beautiful like Snoop Dogg and Pharrell (Pharrell)
Used to dream of livin’ like that but now it’s real (It’s real)
Remember I was sellin’ P’s like that rip for real (For real)
Now I played this right, I retired with a bill’ (Go)
Verse 2
Everyone obsessed with drillin’, I don’t wanna drill (Nah)
Young nigga take it from me, that ain’t how to live (Live)
Used to have to make a sell just to pay the bills (Damn)
I don’t like to even reminisce, it give me chills (Brr)
My car look like a fish out of land, without the gills (Woah)
My roof so tall, my lil’ boy damn near can’t fit in the wheels (Ice)
Used to have to bring the cash, now I cut the cheque/check (Cheque/Check)
Used to wake up in a cell, now I’m on a jet (Jet)
Used to have to pay the plate with nowhere to stay (Nowhere to stay)
Nigga keep lookin’ for A, he done took the yay (Pioom)
I done stacked so many Ms, I had to move away (I’m gone)
R.I.P. my daddy, he wouldn’t put the booze away (R.I.P. my daddy)
I know we all gon’ make mistakes, this shit make or break (A brick)
I spent a million dollars on it but still lost the case (What the fuck?)
I got a loyal fanbase, they won’t go away (My fans)
You supposed to listen to me, each and every single day (It’s Gucci)

Chorus
I could’ve been in prison with a hundred years
Yet I woke up in a mansion with two hundred mill’ (Huh)
Had to let go of the lean and get off the pills (The lean)
Cut a couple niggas off ‘cause they didn’t keep it real (Fuck ‘em)
My life is beautiful like Snoop Dogg and Pharrell (Pharrell)
Used to dream of livin’ like that but now it’s real (It’s real)
Remember I was sellin’ P’s like that rip for real (For real)
Now I played this right, I retired with a bill’
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Gucci Mane – Woppenheimer Lyrics

Gucci Mane – Woppenheimer [ Lyrics] Letra Gucci Mane Gucci Mane – Woppenheimer [ Lyrics]

Chorus
Broke people like bringin’ up the past, I’m talkin’ recently (What the fuck?)
I know what I did for you, but what you did for me? (What you did for me?)
Shoutout to my wife, she had a daughter and a son for me (My son)
Shoutout to my brother, down bad, he made that bond for me (He made that bond)
Taught me never, ever leave the house without my gun with me (No)
I remember bein’ broke and kids tried to make fun of me (To make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe, it look like a bumblebee (Skrrt)
I thank God for that lil’ bitty time because it humbled me (Lord)

Verse 1
Pull up, haters mumblin’, they had a bag and fumbled it (They fumbled it)
I ran my money up, then put it up and kept on runnin’ it (Go)
Last of a dyin’ breed, it ain’t no “I” in “Team”
But it is an “I” in “Win,” so pass the ball to me (Wop)
I don’t do much reminiscin’, I’m focused on the mission
Good and some bad memories, but we weren’t really friendly (Nah)
Niggas out here faking injuries, you can’t rely on them
I’m Gucci Mane, I’m playin’ hurt, but I got my eye on them (It’s Gucci)
These rappers nowadays, gotta search ‘em, might have a wire on ‘em
One nigga tried to send the spot, I dropped the bag on him (What the fuck?)
One nigga died tryna hit a lick, died with his mask on him
His gang wasn’t even there to help, died with his flag on him (It’s Gucci)
Chorus
Broke people like bringin’ up the past, I’m talkin’ recently (What the fuck?)
I know what I did for you, but what you did for me? (What you did for me?)
Shoutout to my wife, she had a daughter and a son for me (My son)
Shoutout to my brother, down bad, he made that bond for me (He made that bond)
Taught me never, ever leave the house without my gun with me (No)
I remember bein’ broke and kids tried to make fun of me (To make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe, it look like a bumblebee (Skrrt)
I thank God for that lil’ bitty time because it humbled me (Lord)

Verse 2
He was hot in early 2000, but what ‘bout recently? (What ‘bout now?)
Long as I’m rich, I’m gon’ be relevant, live decently (I’m gon’ be rich)
This Gucci hate train go, “Choo-choo,” and it don’t bother me (Choo-choo)
I don’t want shit from you suckers, not even an apology (Not even)
Haters keep my name in they mouth, but won’t acknowledge me (What the fuck?)
These rappers burnt out and they broke now, I see it, honestly (I see it)
My nigga went and did a whole dub, he got out recently (He got out)
But he linked up with a whole gang of scrubs who won’t compete with me (Damn)
These niggas do ho shit for attention, they don’t got beef with me
Please keep my name out all of your mentions ‘cause that ain’t street to me (‘Cause that ain’t—)
These bitches gon’ talk ‘bout me forever, I’m somethin’ like ecstasy (I’m somethin’ like X)
But I’ma chase the paper, not pussy, ‘cause that’s my specialty (It’s Gucci)

Chorus
Broke people like bringin’ up the past, I’m talkin’ recently (What the fuck?)
I know what I did for you, but what you did for me? (What you did for me?)
Shoutout to my wife, she had a daughter and a son for me (My son)
Shoutout to my brother, down bad, he made that bond for me (He made that bond)
Taught me never, ever leave the house without my gun with me (No)
I remember bein’ broke and kids tried to make fun of me (To make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe, it look like a bumblebee (Skrrt)
I thank God for that lil’ bitty time because it humbled me (Lord)
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Gucci Mane – Married with Millions Lyrics

Gucci Mane – Married with Millions Lyrics, Letra Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane – Married with Millions

Intro
Huh
Yeah
Brrah
(Once again, I’m locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Go

Chorus
I’m married with millions (Huh), I’m married with millions (Huh?)
I’m married with millions (Huh?), I’m married with millions (Wop)
Said fuck an entourage, it’s ‘bout my wife and children
They said, “Guwop, where you been?” Been tryna stack a billion (Huh)
I’m married with millions, I’m married with millions (Yeah)
I’m married with millions, I’m married with millions (Yeah)
My house so goddamn big, this shit look like a building (Huh)
They like, “Guwop, where you been?” I been wheelin’ and dealin’ (Go)
Verse 1
This a lowdown dirty industry, it’s full of envy (Hate)
Niggas wearin’ costumes, they ain’t who they pretendin’ (Fake)
Remember when I first got hot, niggas tried to befriend me (Hot, hot, hot)
I had one bad episode and they held it against me (Well, damn)
Had a real close friend, found out he was snitchin’ (Wow)
I didn’t really give a fuck, it was none of my business (Give a fuck)
Nigga took the stand on me and got me convicted
Talkin’ ‘bout aggravated assault, some shit ‘bout a pool stick (Wop)
Champagne bottle ‘cross the head and they blamin’ the convict
Why they always bring my name up whenever it’s conflict? (Wop)
Say I threw her out the what? Them people was lyin’
When the judge gon’ believe me? When pistol flyin’?

Chorus
I’m married with millions, I’m married with millions (Huh)
I’m married with millions, I’m married with millions (Yeah)
Said fuck an entourage, it’s ‘bout my wife and children (Fuck ‘em)
They said, “Guwop, where you been?” Been tryna stack a billion (Cha-ching)
I’m married with millions (Wow), I’m married with millions (Woah)
I’m married with millions (Huh?), I’m married with millions (Well, damn)
My house so goddamn big, this shit look like a building (It’s big)
They like, “Guwop, where you been?” I been wheelin’ and dealin’

Verse 2
Main priority right now is just ice and Iceland (Ice)
I remember in ’06, I had the icy Breitling (Brr)
Had a fistfight in Rice Street, them boys was knifin’ (Knife)
Just freed my homeboy Ralph, that boy had life, man (Woah)
Free my nigga Grant quick, he doin’ a life (Life)
Free my nigga Tame too, he gave me advice (Free him)
Said, “Be thankful for your kids and thankful for your wife” (Mwah)
“You done did it once, so get out there and do it twice” (Go)
Exotic coupes with features and exotic beaches (Wow)
I do it for the fam, I cut off all the leeches (Facts)
The streets taught me a lot, it was my greatest teacher (Woah)
I’m not the best role model, I am not a preacher (Guwop)
Chorus
I’m married with millions, I’m married with millions (Huh)
I’m married with millions, I’m married with millions (Yeah)
Said fuck an entourage, it’s ‘bout my wife and children (Fuck ‘em)
They said, “Guwop, where you been?” Been tryna stack a billion (Cha-ching)
I’m married with millions (Wow), I’m married with millions (Woah)
I’m married with millions (Huh?), I’m married with millions (Well, damn)
My house so god damn big, this shit look like a building (It’s big)
They like, “Guwop, where you been?” I been wheelin’ and dealin’
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Lyrics Gucci Mane – Pissy (feat. Roddy Ricch & Nardo Wick)

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Pissy (feat. Roddy Ricch & Nardo Wick)

Gucci Mane – Pissy (feat. Roddy Ricch & Nardo Wick) [Official Music Video] Lyrics
Well, damn

Takin’ all facts, Grandma raised me
I’m from the Westside, where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kiss
I got Elliott, like I’m Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain’t no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy, hey

Put on them daisy-do’s, show me what that new Mercedes do
Real trap house, all the pots and pans come with residue
All my young niggas know it’s some revenue
I’m Anthony Davis when he was at the Pelicans
I don’t pull up to court for no settlements
All white and the coupe look angelic
We was lookin’ around for the baddest of bitches
So I had to go out and vet it
If they say they want smoke, I got all of the Glocks
‘Cause back in, I had to get ahead of it
You my cousin, but you ain’t my relative
The outside of the coupe black, like melanin
I feel like I’m Dan Bilzerian, ‘cause I got some Australians

Takin’ all facts, Grandma raised me
I’m from the Westside, where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kiss
I got Elliott, like I’m Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain’t no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy (Go)

Big yellow Cuban on and it’s pissy (Uh)
Walk big blue stones, like I’m Nipsey (Nip’)
I pop champagne, till I’m tipsy (Uh)
Still be spendin’ M’s in my sixties (Well, damn)
Please don’t try the ‘Wop, ‘cause it’s risky
Ain’t no mystery in my history (No)
Had to turn that boy into Swiss cheese (Grrah)
Hit with that switchie, shoot till it’s empty (Go)
Wrist just did a 360 (Skrrt), car like Zion, before the entry (Ballin’)
I ain’t broke, you can’t fix me (Nah), havin’ power, feelin’ like 50 (50)
Eastside of the city, where this shit can get really sticky (Sticks)
Anybody can get it, man, my bullets ain’t really picky (No)
In a yellow coupe, with a yellow bone
With my Jacob on, with the yellow stones (Brr)
White stones, movin’ Flintstones
Came a long way from a herring bowl (Well, damn)
All started from a mini-phone
I ran it up and my money long (It’s long)
Had to take a chance, for two-hundred bands
‘Cause my country boy had a trailer home (‘Wop)

Takin’ all facts, Grandma raised me
I’m from the Westside, where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kiss
I got Elliott, like I’m Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain’t no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy

Neck look pissy, uh, please don’t touch, it’s risky, uh
My finger itchin’, uh, me and my Glock get busy, uh
They say we livin’, uh, I say: We ain’t lived enough
They say we did it, uh, I say: We ain’t did enough (Brr)
I don’t hang with sheep (Uh-uh), I pull up, Lamb’
I interrupt his sentences (Huh?), before he can talk blind (Grrah)
Cook a whole thirty-seven (Uh), she hate when I call her mine (Don’t do that)
She gave me head for a hour, her coochie say: Well, damn (Well, damn)
I got your bitch on the leash (Yeah), she don’t ever get too far
She make you fuck in the bed, she let me hit in the car
Please stop blowin’ her up, she with me, yeah, see you tomorrow
She say her wishes to me, she know I’m a shootin’ star (Grrah, grrah)

Takin’ all facts, Grandma raised me
I’m from the Westside, where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kiss
I got Elliott, like I’m Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain’t no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy

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Party (Letra) – Chris Brown ft. Gucci Mane, Usher


Letras da musica:
Party (Letra) – Chris Brown ft. Gucci Mane, Usher
(Usher & Chris Brown:):::
Oh, hey
Yeah, it’s Breezy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Chris Brown:):::
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

(Chris Brown:):::
Bitches dancin’ naked in my livin’ room
She straight out of college, just turned 22
Girl, get your money up, I ain’t even mad at you
Got you all on me, makin’ these niggas catchin’ attitudes
Tell ‘em don’t start it, my niggas retarded
Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
It’s my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it

(Chris Brown:):::
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

(Usher:):::
Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast
Shout out to my team, we be out there doin’ the most
Girl, come to my place, but don’t bring no clothes
Let’s be dirty babe, baby, drop it low
Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby be hittin’ the weakness
All in the back, dishin’ the cash, make me if you need it
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
It’s my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it

(Chris Brown:):::
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

(Gucci Mane:):::
It’s party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail
Flyin’ in my ‘rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
I’m from the east of ATL, but ballin’ in the Cali hills
Lil mama booty boomin’, that bitch movin’ and she standin’ still
I know these bitches choosin’ me, but I got 80 on me still
I’m tryna fuck, who tryna chill? ‘Cause I’m just tryna pay some bills
I’m multi millionare LaFlare, just watch it, cost a quarter M
Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt
Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp
So either you gon’ take a ride, or you gon’ stay with him
‘Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene
Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop

(Chris Brown:):::
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party