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Use Me (feat. 2 Chainz) - Gucci Mane, Bruno...

@Frida

3,012

1: 2 Chainz] Who me? Aint' shit Sittin' court-side at All-Star And this? Givenchy My shirt covered in all stars And y'all wasn't wearing gold watches 'Til you seen us wearing gold watches And you may have a hit bitch But this one'll knock the ball park And oh! lawnmower, just for the snake boys Shoot your ass into pieces, man And deliver it to your front door Oh! Encore, they want more, they're fans now Got your girl ass clapping, hands down Don't approach me with your hands out Sittin' down I still stand out Tall nigga with jewelry on Like Christmas lights on a damn house It's me, and I'm cool with it You don't know what to do with yourself When I do it, I'm doing it fresh Born to do it, so I do it to death Climbing the steps, welcome my dawgs We don't get along, I'm tellin' 'em fetch Hit 'em like "PA! " Hit 'em like "PA! " Shoot up the spot and I'm leavin' like "Ah! " Okay, you know I started from scratch I got to the strip club just to relax I get a flat tire, I buy a new car You know what time it is, check the Rolex If you keep whining, baby, you gon' lose me Better choose me, baby, come choose me So fine that I let the girl use me But I don't ever get used up, usually (turn up, turn up) Baby use, me – baby, use me Baby use, me – baby, you can use me Baby use, me – you can use me But I don't ever get used up, usually Makin' no noise That nigga ain't makin' no noise (nah, nah) Makin' no noise No niggas ain't makin' no noise (shut up) Makin' no noise Them niggas ain't makin' no noise (nah, nah) Makin' no noise That nigga ain't makin' no noise (shut up) If you're an ugly hoe, I can't leave with ya If you're a broke nigga, can't smoke weed with ya If you ain't a boss then I can't sip lean with ya I'm not a rapper, bitch, I'm a mob figure 4-58, it's a centerpiece These hoe niggas ain't seen half of me Got a pimp cup, I'm in the strip club And the difference is these hoes ask for me LaFlare, nigga, I'm rare, nigga Can't match shit nigga You a bad nigga? Well I'm a bad killer You a fuck nigga, I don't fuck with ya 2 Chainz, nigga, my cous-cous All my cousins sell drugs My brother sent a pack, I fell in love And told everyone I know I sell bud All I rock is designer clothes All I take is designer drugs So geeked up couldn't find the club Woke up on the beach with a bag of bud (damn) 2 Chainz, two times, got major money More money than a label tryna sign a thug Ain't seein' y'all sayin' y'all wanna sign with me 'Cause the artists you've got ain't hot enough...

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Both Eyes Closed (feat. 2 Chainz... - Gucci Mane, Bruno...

@Sigrid

10,088

We got London on da Track Drop top, wop If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed I've got a chick so fine, make a blind man see her She runnin' through my mind, that's a fine idea And I ain't Blake Griffin, I don't drive no Kia If it ain't 10 mil, I can't sign no deal I'm all about a check, fresh Nikes, let's do it And I spy a bitch that wanna scrape, get to it Trap tutorial, ridin' down Memorial From the bando to the Waldorf Astoria If you don't like to see niggas shine, then close your eyes then I'll be on a private island, vibin' to violins Autobiography, Gucci Mane the author And I'm the trap sponsor, Gucci Mane's the father Eight figure nigga just walked into Walter's If you ain't gettin' money then move out of Georgia 100 tapes and goin', go check my discography The freshest nigga livin', go check your photography Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed I just drove the Tesla with both eyes closed Made a 100 thousand on the one-eyed stove Two-tone Wraith and a two-tone PP Walked out of Gucci with the two-tone GG Bulletproof Rhino, coke color albino Yeah, my sauce A1, no Fogo de Chão Makin' money in piles sellin' people the Pyro Click the link in the bio, I'm the illest that I know I'm the illest to rivals, all my cars got a title Had to Roc just like Tidal, sell a preacher the Bible I'm a hustler for real, sell a hospital vital Sell my cousin some Adderall 'cause he takin' his finals Tity Boi your highness, make it through any crisis All I do is look straight, all the bullshit behind us Got the 'ier on the bracelet, got the 'ier on the frame Got the 'ier on the watch, 'ier to the game Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed Don't mean to brag and boast, but I be fresher than most Ran through my first million playin' on the West Coast Keep some pretty girls 'round me everywhere that I go We made it out the streets, pop a bottle, let's make a toast I run circles 'round scrap niggas with a blindfold And she said "Let's make love", want me to fuck with my eyes closed But lil' mama so fine when she took her clothes off I went straight in it both eyes closed (You're crazy bruh) Ha, wait a minute, I'm fresh as fuck, let me strike a pose Hands down, iced up, white and rose gold She walkin' 'round my penthouse in my Versace robe Since a juvenile I stuck to the G code Servin' out the kitchen but I never touched the stove I told my bitch "You mine's now, you ain't gotta work Just keep it real and let's go spend the mils" Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed

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I'm Up (feat. 2 Chainz) - Gucci Mane, Bruno...

@Tiril

518

1(Gucci Mnae) I pull up to club valet park my coupe/I'm lookin on The ground kuz I lost my damn roof I can sit real high but I'm squatin real low/In a 07' Lambo same color smoke Yo girl in my ride, can ya drive a stick?/10 grand in My pocket like I sold a half a brick Red monkeys on my ass, gucci's on my face, pradas On my feet, on my wrist i got that Jac Don't ya like my chain don't ya like my grill/Aint I fresh aint I fly baby girl just keep it real Wit my paint like snot wit them green booger guts/I Blow my nose wit hunneds I don' give a flyin fuck Walked through the club showed love to the DJ/left went Home and made it rain on the freeway Gucci mane la flare AKA zone 6 shawty/hunned pack Of pills turned the club into a block party I'm a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup, Pull up To the club lift both doors up, Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up I'm a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup, Pull up To the club lift both doors up, Suga Suga so iced up, Suga Suga so iced up 2(Suga Suga) Everythings new fresh out of the wraper/pull Fresh out off of the lot wit them thangs in a wraper.hold on Push button doors go up at the same time/ Kush burnin now i'm flushin know its game time I'm ridin down campbellton wit both doors up/ Perssae in the changer wit the dro rolled up Spent 10 thousand in a day thats off a blunt in a Row/200 thousand in a safe I bout to stunt on a hoe She like don't leave me, bitch you better get you a passport Believe me hoe we carry straps like the task force Its easy practice like you takin a crash course/ You down to yo final hour you makin yo last choice I pull up to the club smokin on a kush pack/I walk Off in the front and get the whole line pushed back Give ya boy a chance get yo whole life fucked up /Do it wit no hands now i'm so fuckin iced up I'm a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup, Pull up To the club lift both doors up, Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up I'm a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup, Pull up to the Club lift both doors up, Suga Suga so iced up, Suga Suga so iced up

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Options (feat. PnB Rock, Gucci... - Fabolous

@Hayden

1,980

Hitmaka! Yeah Oh, yeah Yeah Ooh Sound! Woah-oh-woah Two-tone drip, yeah Woah-oh-woah Walkin' like a lick, yeah Woah-oh-woah Pull up with a stick, yeah Woah-oh-woah, oh You know how it get, yeah Making my way downtown, I got options (Ooh) Could pull up on you right now, but I got options (Ooh) Is you f-----' right now? 'Cause I got options (Ooh) You ain't gotta lie now 'cause I got options Uh, you move right or get left, only option If you ain't with the gang, you the opps then Got plays like a SportsCenter Top 10 Get popped or get dropped, you got options Yeah, I could do the white, yellow, or the rose gold Prostitutes in the winter, all them hoes cold Got a Rollie, got a Patek, got a Richard Mille Times change, I'm just sayin', gotta switch up, feel me? The fake do what they can The real do what they want Multitaskin' with the baddies, that's two things at once Yeah, so nice I did it twice, baby Yeah, and one is so close to none, baby Woah-oh-woah Two-tone drip, yeah Woah-oh-woah Walkin' like a lick, yeah Woah-oh-woah Pull up with a stick, yeah Woah-oh-woah, oh You know how it get, yeah Making my way downtown, I got options (It's Gucci) (Ooh) Could pull up on you right now, but I got options (Yeah) (Ooh) Is you f-----' right now? 'Cause I got options (Huh?) (Ooh) You ain't gotta lie now 'cause I got options (Go) Hardtop convertible, f--- it, I got the option (Drop) Do a one touch of her butt and it's how I'm rockin' (Huh) Fab and Gucci Mane pull up in the 2020 (Skrr, it's Gucci) Paid 400, ain't talkin' no 2020s (More now) Millions on top of more millions on top of millions (Blessed) Shinin' like the chandelier hangin' top of the ceiling (Brr) Rappers ain't eatin' right now, they malnutritioned (Huh?) Two options: you're either with me or against me (It's Gucci) Woah-oh-woah Two-tone drip, yeah Woah-oh-woah Walkin' like a lick, yeah Woah-oh-woah Pull up with a stick, yeah Woah-oh-woah, oh You know how it get, yeah Making my way downtown, I got options (Ooh) Could pull up on you right now, but I got options (Ooh) Is you f-----' right now? 'Cause I got options (Ooh) You ain't gotta lie now 'cause I got options (2 Chainz) It's two-tone Tony, got two tones on (Uh) Brick, no soda, my wrist done gold (Uh) My fist done froze and I pissed our opponents (Uh) B---- don't know me, I keep on rollin', yeah You know I'm smooth like cocoa butter Loco lover, called her and I'm like, "What rubber?" See that's raw-raw (Raw) She call me daddy, call me Paw-paw (Paw) I heard your girl like that white, I'm talkin' pow-wow (Wow) Sometimes I feel like talkin', sometimes I don't (Sometimes I don't) I got options, I get what I want (What I want) So what's poppin'? The ball is in your court (In your court) Like I'm Rodman, I play them like a sport, uh (Rebound) Woah-oh-woah Two tone drip, yeah Woah-oh-woah Walkin' like a lick, yeah Woah-oh-woah Pull up with a stick, yeah Woah-oh-woah, oh You know how it get, yeah Making my way downtown, I got options (Ooh) Could pull up on you right now, but I got options (Ooh) Is you f-----' right now? 'Cause I got options (Ooh) You ain't gotta lie now 'cause I got options

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Get It Back (feat. 2 Chainz) - Gucci Mane, Bruno...

@Dorottya

714

[Hook 1: Gucci Mane] Get it back, get it back Bitch, I know I get it back Give a fuck bout that little paper Cause I know I get it back [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I got cash, cash on fire Cash on hand, cash on deck Give me everything 3 X And all 12's up off that rack Wash my stash with Ajax Me and Tit, back to back And we ridin' around, smoking Kush by the pound Like how it ride but we love how it sound Drop-top Lam so low to the ground Just like a snail, I'm close to the earth Waves on my temp, so a ho gotta surf Hollering rock - when you're scared, go to church Me and Slim Dunk in the club throwing racks Go into the trap and I get it right back Want 10 bricks? You can get it right now Pull to the trap house, come to the back Riding domestic with the trunk in the back Riding in a foreign, so the trunk in the front Sixty thousand cash just for me to roll blunts Standing in front, blowing kush through her dress Five grand just to see her dance Ten grand just to see her tats Jump in the corner and he smoking on her clit Waiting on you, so he get it right back [Hook 1] [Hook 2: Gucci Mane] In the club, throwin' money I done run through me some racks Give a fuck bout that little paper I know I get it back Get it back, get it back Bitch, I know I get it back Give a fuck bout that little paper Cause I know I get it back [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Get it back, get it back Yeah, you know I get it back Shorty say she want my name So I bought that bitch a tat I walk in this bitch with racks Tell them, come and get this paper Yeah, my bitch is made in Asia And I'm icy like a glacier Get your baby momma Take her then make her You date her, then fuck her I fuck her, then date her Everything is on the up Like a elevator Gucci Mane and Tity Boi College Park and Decatur Now I do it for the haters Started with a Buick LeSabre Ended with that Ferrari Tell me, meet me up out in Vegas Got so many acres I don't ever see my neighbors Niggas say they want a mil I put money on the table [Hook 1] [Hook 2]

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All Dz Chainz (feat. Lil Baby) - Gucci Mane, Bruno...

@Paulina

3,815

(Wheezy outta here) Bitch sayin' I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on Niggas don't like when we in the club 'cause they get rained on We get up with niggas, we turn disses into pain song The feds pick up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Mister Get 'Em Gone I move like a ghost, I'm on the go, four weeks, I switch the phone I walk in the club but I run shit, no cap, I set the tone You the type to flex for hoes, I'm the type turn up the bros I wouldn't give a damn they offered life, you better not break the code Knowin' bruh ain't sweet, you tryna speak, so they had wiped your nose So deep off in the street, I signed my life away to sellin' 'bows New Ferrari cost nine hundred bands, you know I pay it cash Kind of thick, she just missin' a lil', so I touch up her ass They just spin, I tell 'em "Spin again, and bro, don't leave your mask" If I don't go, I'm gon' feel like a hoe, we gon' get on your ass Fuck the other side, you gon' get blitzed for tryna mediate I'm gon' run this money up no matter what, yeah, eat away (yeah) My bullets don't discriminate, don't play with Wop, I demonstrate (wop) Don't get shot on the interstate, your girlfriend hyperventilate R.I.P. to Trouble and free Thugger and free Gunna too (Thug) While you at it, free the Mayor Foo and free my nigga Pooh (pooh) The DA bring up lyrics in the court, may not be even true (huh?) And try to pen some shit next to your name that you ain't even do (well, damn) Fuck the other side, that nigga be shot for tryna duplicate (bah, baow) Ran off with the swag like they forgot where it originated (huh?) Fuck the trolls, the blogs, the hoes, and yes-men who be instigating (fuck 'em) Hit him in the head and he survived, but still a mental patient (ayy) I don't even have to drop no payments, they feel obligated (huh?) Shit's so complicated, now the killers be cooperatin' (wow) Feds investigated, but I made it, never gave a statement (nah) AKA Big Gucci or Big Guwop, never call me Radric (never) Ain't nobody safe, so I tote Glock 'cause they don't have a safety (huh?) I got killers strapped all on the yacht, we the So Icy Navy (Icy Navy) And I'ma rep EA until I'm eighty, that's the hood that made me I done sold so many tuna babies, think I'm born in Grady (it's Gucci) Bitch sayin' I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on Niggas don't like when we in the club 'cause they get rained on We get up with niggas, we turn disses into pain song The feds pick up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Mister Get 'Em Gone I move like a ghost, I'm on the go, four weeks, I switch the phone I walk in club but I run shit, no cap, I set the tone

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Anyway (feat. 2 Chainz & Gucci Mane) - Lil Baby

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