Tag: Gucci Mane

Stutter (letra) – Gucci Mane
Letras da musica:
(Hook):::
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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