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'Good To Me' Lyrics - Gucci Mane ft. King B
Here is Good To Me Lyrics by Gucci Mane Ft. King B

(Verse)
I grinded to get it, Memphis say that I’m bumpin’
I turned somethin’ to nothing, I made something outta nothing
My daddy a hustla, my mama a hustla
I saw so many customers at that carwash on customs
And I’m new to the valley, the new kid on the block
Put my hand on the glock, watching out for the cops
Put 5 grand in my nicky boys, oh there go Vicky boy
You know we be robbin, you know we be mobbing
They said my first word was servin, I been going to service
Brother went to the service in but still I was swervin
My first job was robbin, my straps, they massagin
My second job was mobbin and I cannot be starving
I’m more than an artist, I’m more like an arsonist
Was born in the country but I moved to this metropolis
Brick Squad is my property, I’m standing on top of shit
Be poppin, ain’t doin shit so me and you opposites

(Hook)
Yo girlfriend suck that dick so good, she hooder than me (she hooD)
She been suckin that tingaling, she just got good to me (she good to me)
Man the plug is sellin me 50 in the hood with me (the hood)
Please don’t stop sending me dope pictures, be good to me (be good to me)
I’ve been trappin on the corner man since early G (from early)
Don’t stop now cuz Gucci Mane is just that good to me
King B & Gucci Mane, we into bashin shit
Knock that shot right now cuz damn it’s just that good to me

(Verse)
My bread up and I’m racked up, plug in so I’m sacked up
40 Glocks in 9 meters, don’t test the squad but we strapped up
Prolly tippin extendos
2-23’s for yo windows
Keep a real bad bitch on the side of me, couped up in that Benzo
She eatin dick and I call her phone
I’m serving these scams at the corner store
We got bills allowed and bricks to blow
We got deals on deals if yo money low
Come fuck with me, King B
If you wanna be a part of the winning team
OG just signed with Guwop
So you know a nigga rep just 17
Got stash houses with bricks there
Come shop with me if you got brick fare
I’m on homie kill, I got goons there
Play with me and get clipped there
I’ve been putting in work on a step there
I got a house full of balls, I trap there
All day, all night
Rockin Rollie, no stones there

(Hook)
Yo girlfriend suck that dick so good, she hooder than me (she hooD)
She been suckin that tingaling, she just got good to me (she good to me)
Man the plug is sellin me 50 in the hood with me (the hood)
Please don’t stop sending me dope pictures, be good to me (be good to me)
I’ve been trappin on the corner man since early G (from early)
Don’t stop now cuz Gucci Mane is just that good to me
King B & Gucci Mane, we into bashin shit
Knock that shot right now cuz damn it’s just that good to me

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'Tore Up' Lyrics - Gucci Mane
Here is Tore Up Lyrics by Gucci Mane

(Hook)
I just wanna tear something up, baby girl let me tear something up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, baby let me tell you what
I just wanna tear something up, who wanna get tore up?
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up

(Verse)
I’m in the mood to fuck, not in the mood to talk
I’m not the dude to date, Pay all your bills you cray
Fuck what your girlfriend say, ball like the NBA
Check out my resume, let’s buy a Benz today
Money the lam today, call all your friends today
She sleep in a bed with me but at first was scared of me
I tear that pussy up then give er something good
Never bite the hand that’s keepin her fed
Bring home a baby and I killed a bitch
Don’t go in that room, it’s too crowded
My girlfriend show you how to bust that bitch
Cut a hoe off, I don’t trust that bitch
Big Gucci baby on that juvy shit
Got them in my house and I have that shit
Don’t need no friends, I can buy you some
While you getting your hair done I get you a salon
Why you getting yo nails done, I can buy you one
If you never took a pill then try one

(Hook)
I just wanna tear something up, baby girl let me tear something up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, baby let me tell you what
I just wanna tear something up, who wanna get tore up?
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up

(Verse)
Stab pussy baby and I carry it
Let’s fly to Vegas, get married quick
I’m a burglarer, I’m a murderer
Three tibs off baby, I’m wearing it
I’m kind of careless with that money, might drop a mill
Spend 50k on bags and heels
Smoke that Kali kush in the Hollywood hills
Ball so hard, you don’t need no nigga
I mean a real bad bitch don’t need no nigga
My trip with the homies don’t feed no niggas
Big Guwop, he better choose that nigga
Better cut that man off, better lose that nigga
Since the last man was born
All these lames be pourin
It’s a miracle that we ain’t sleepin
Been on the road, playin we tourin
On the road main bitch a foreign
Yea and I’mma paint it orange
I’m fresh in this red Laren
Been ballin since the day I was born
That lil nigga don’t get along with me
Cuz the niggas I got too squad with me
I’m on that lady cushin,
I feel asleep in that pussy

(Hook)
I just wanna tear something up, baby girl let me tear something up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, baby let me tell you what
I just wanna tear something up, who wanna get tore up?
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up

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'RGIII' Lyrics - Gucci Mane
Here is RGIII Lyrics by Gucci Mane

(Hook)
Yellow diamonds, red cars (RG III)
My plug is in a long run (RG III, RG III)
RG III, I’m on the run (RG III, RG III)
I’m a young nigga with plenty money
(RG III, RG III)

(Verse)
Touch down with it, RG III
Struggling with the work, nigga RG III
RG III in the trap with me, I’m the quarterback, nigga and I break down D
Get your 3D glasses ’cause I’m RG III
Already all PG 13
Drinking Louie XIII and watch ‘em train DC
And my whole team eatin’ I’m the MVP
Rap up on the plug, had to use my feet
Quarterback draw, got a strap on me
Never say that you got murders for me
All on my soul, just get dirty for me
4th and a inch, shot by a brick
First we locked up but then Scooter got pinch
The pocket collapse cuz them niggas the bliss
Go for the profit, quadruple the rich
RG III, RG III
RG III, I’m RG III
Too quick, got a big rich quick scheme
So time getting close, rough bring the chain
Can’t carjack me like Robert D
Got a RV from that nothing but RG III
In a drop pink Rolls to my TOP
So RIP cuz I’m RG III
Good for ink go so she DIG
Ball in the streets like I play in the league
Thumble the bitch cuz they passed her to me
Don’t go to the cops, I hold court in the street
Might cough this money, I bury a deuce
50 chains going, don’t cherish a piece
Got clean, I got blessed, I got lemon, got swag
Run through’s on 3, bout to pick up a set

(Hook x2)
Yellow diamonds, red cars (RG III)
My plug is in a long run (RG III, RG III)
RG III, I’m on the run (RG III, RG III)
I’m a young nigga with plenty money
(RG III, RG III)

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'Answer' Lyrics - Gucci Mane ft. Jackie-O
Here is Answer Lyrics by Gucci Mane Ft. Jackie-O

(Verse)
Swag so turnt up I walk past a bitch
I don’t need a bitch, don’t even aks for shit
I got a fly mouth and yea I talk nasty bitch
Yo nigga used to have cash, now he broke as shit
2002 man I was serving massive bricks
Call me and my niggas Pacman the shit
I can’t fit in my past so rubber band the shit
My mama kicked me out cuz she couldn’t understand this shit
I wish that I could turn but I’m not an evangelist
I wanna go to church but I feel like a hypocrite
Cuz when that work came in I had to sell this shit
So many P’s at the trap then they would smell the shit
It’s Guwop

(Hook x2)
Answer, answer
Nigga owe me money but the nigga won’t answer
Answer, answer
Got a bitch with me, now the bitch won’t answer
Answer, answer
I ain’t gotta worry bout nothing financial
Answer, answer
I’mma kidnap the bitch and hold the bitch for ransom

(Verse)
I started trappin in ’94, sellin dimes at Texaco
Move the trap to Grisham Road, on I20 with heavy loads
Rap poppin, I let it go
Go back, I never know
I don’t like meetin new people, you a real nigga, I never know
I got robbed a long time ago
Never happened again though
Keep me a extendo
Don’t know if you friend or foe
You niggas playin Nintendo
I was windin my 74
Standin front of that corner cold,
So broke, gonna rob the store
You say yo man is a gangsta
Then why he lyin in that chalk for?
Yo big brother go in the bank for er
Tryna open the vault tho
All my young niggas on go
Keep me one of them bank rolls
I don’t fuck with these broke hoes
Diamonds all on my dick hoe

(Hook x2)
Answer, answer
Nigga owe me money but the nigga won’t answer
Answer, answer
Got a bitch with me, now the bitch won’t answer
Answer, answer
I ain’t gotta worry bout nothing financial
Answer, answer
I’mma kidnap the bitch and hold the bitch for ransom

(Verse)
Text messages, no reply, but you keep sayin that you a real nigga
All lame excuses, they play it out like Hilfiger
This here is my livelihood, blood sweat and tears nigga
Damn right I need my bread, bitch I got bills nigga
We got the money, didn’t rent a car
Ain’t got the car then wear the jewels
Ain’t got the jewels you gon lose yo life and they’ll catch yo ass on the evening news
20 minutes to hit my phone
20 minutes and I’mma couter mine
You got 20 minutes to hit my line or 20 niggas gon be runnin all through yo house
You got my number, nigga holler at me
You owe me and I want that
I got a bunch of niggas that’s young and silly
When it come to killin they on that
I did my job, I front the pack
Nigga do yo job and run that back
You done lost the work? Nigga hit that lic
I don’t give a fuck, bring my money back

(Hook x2)
Answer, answer
Nigga owe me money but the nigga won’t answer
Answer, answer
Got a bitch with me, now the bitch won’t answer
Answer, answer
I ain’t gotta worry bout nothing financial
Answer, answer
I’mma kidnap the bitch and hold the bitch for ransom

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'Jackie Chan' Lyrics - Gucci Mane ft. Migos
Here is Jackie Chan Lyrics by Gucci Mane Ft. Migos

Jackie Chan glasses, Rush Hour traffic
…now he one in the trunk…
Go pack in the blunt because I’m in it slow
…smoking a blunt in my truck in the front
You like it, I leave it, I leave it alone
…I’m hitting the bong and I leave it alone
Lean and Patrone, I know that it’s wrong
I know that it’s wrong, I jug on the phone
The day that they came, the day that they gone
The day of the business conduct with a tone
Gucci ass nigga, we back in the business
My pockets, my piggy, I’m back on m throne

My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan

Jackie Chan, diamond wrists, kicking like Liu Kang
Bruce Wayne, Bentley coupe, karate chop my brain
Alligator belt, Versace, Versace, Versace my ring
The jade, the lyrical cane, they sniffing the dope on my ring
You know that I’m a magician, the place, I get it inflicted
This lean is killing my kidneys, these birds are singing like Whitney
Call me Jackie, my diamonds kicking, I came a long way from that midget
To pull up in Honda Civics, to chopper on the top of my Bentley
…I was smoking on Jackie, my eyes is shaky
My money is long like a slinky, I fought with a Bentley like Pinky
I’m Jackie Chan in my city, wherever I go I’m good I can kick it

My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan

My eyes look like Jackie Chan ‘cause I smoke that mary jane
My eyes look so Asian, man, ‘cause I’m smoking that purple thing
Gucci Mane got stupid Jordans, my kick game on Jackie Chan
Meet Chris Tucker, run through trucker, got pulled over ‘cause we two black brothers
Chris Tucker start laughing, man, this shit here ain’t funny, man
Rush Hour traffic, smoking Cadi’s, diamond right like Jackie Chan
Kush got hit like Jackie Chan, better get, nigga, chopping ours
Nigga told me who’s back balling, two weeks later he was…
Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch falling, Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch falling
Put your hands up for the black man, keep your eyes open for the black van
Gucci say we better pack, man, no Pac man, it’s Jackie Chan

My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan

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'Finesse' Lyrics - Brinx Billions (Ft. Gucci Mane)
Here is Finesse Lyrics by Brinx Billions Ft. Gucci Mane

So I got thousands, on top on thousands
Off in my trousers, you wailing, my money piling
Check my medallion, I’m styling, my foreign prowling
I’m in that stallion, that rarri, sound like a harley
I’m juggin mollies
You tiry, into your hobby, it’s calamari,
Like plaza, I’m in that mazda, checkin them rasters
My diamonds vvs is all hd, I blow it let top down that’s a hp
Now the half play it’s a hunned pounds
Y’all niggas fuck you over board, we fuck around
If these niggas come round flexin they won’t flex again
Made a grip of robbin doep boys, in this mess

Sell the same brick back 6 times
Sell the worst and the best switch 9’s
Quarter million dollars off in 6 5
Flex the whole check on that bad bitch
I can teach you niggas finesse,
I can teach you niggas finesse,
I can teach you niggas finesse,
Boy the whole check get flexed

Gucci Mane I’m a motherfucking headliner
Tryina crown my hundred bricks and a pound found me
2 birds, 2 pounds, that’s my damn rider
If she a ugly bitch then Gucci can’t stand by
And like a gold digger can’t stand broke niggas
And I’ma shoot her bur I still snitch the dope nigga
Medusa head on my glass and all raybans
And I’m the dope man’s dope man’s dope man

Sell the same brick back 6 times
Sell the worst and the best switch 9’s
Quarter million dollars off in 6 5
Flex the whole check on that bad bitch
I can teach you niggas finesse,
I can teach you niggas finesse,
I can teach you niggas finesse,
Boy the whole check get flexed
you wailing, my money piling
Check my medallion,
And like a gold digger can’t stand broke niggas
you wailing, my money piling
Check my medallion,
you wailing, my money piling
Check my medallion,
And like a gold digger can’t stand broke niggas.

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'Outta Control' Lyrics - Jeremih (Ft. Gucci Mane & 2 Chainz)
Here is Outta Control Lyrics by Jeremih Ft. Gucci Mane & 2 Chainz

(x2)
gucci mane and jeremih
see you flying too high you a damn lie,
i could stay higher than a super-fly
stay up like vampire.
tryna lock on like a ??
she oc , she crazy.
shoot came is amazing,
their game is blazing, gucci
breezy would’ve stayed in,
i don’t flew in for the weekend.
can’t remember what we’ve gambled
but i hold to that shit til the end.
she so cool, she plain’ my friends
matched shoes, crystal louboutin
she locked, but we sparked out.
got a little ??
came in everyday like jet li
ten dollar chain like mr lee
real freak? no mr reed
on the bend, on the deck she missing me.
this war friend, is history
?? pussy up, no sympathy.
wild way to the drive way ??
but it’s hard to drive
cause she all over me!

they ain’t all i used to know,
nobody got the reason ?? or so,
it could satellite sometime she tryna let it go.
heading for distraction when everybody know.
this is outta control, she’s outta control.
she’s outta controlling
she, she outta control.

what’s your name? shall know
where you from? up?
you’re tryna sell your skin tone,
it 101 light. like the basketball
we can do this 101.
i got to let you. she killer
she educated ??
she won’t be me long.
old boyfriend jack, she ?? baby on us
but, now i’m hoping she call up
she act me, she follow.
chase my stairs to station ??
on my bumble no bass outta control. outta control.
bass outta control.

they ain’t all i used to know,
nobody got the reason ?? or so,
it could satellite sometime she tryna let it go.
heading for distraction when everybody know.
this is outta control, she’s outta control.
she’s outta controlling
(she lost control.)
she, she outta control.

she, she outta control,
she on the patron,
she tell that she loved me
i said i’d lay your mouth.
i got her on my suit
i said suck my swag.
call her face time, call her ipad
she’d be running through my mind,
boarding your decks
i’m the type of fire new crabbing your glass
i’m the type of fire new call it all cast.
but type two i’ma mash
i like girls with them ass up.

they ain’t all i used to know,
nobody got the reason ?? or so,
it could satellite sometime she tryna let it go.
heading for distraction when everybody know.
this is outta control, she’s outta control.
she’s outta controlling
(she lost control.)
she, she outta control.

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'Hood Rich Anthem' Lyrics - DJ Scream (Ft. 2 Chainz, Future, Waka Flocka, Yo Gotti & Gucci Mane)
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All I rock is polo, dollar sign my logo
Then I drop the top, on my car call it porno
Yeah I’m the realest, you can ask your bm
Shawty I’m the shit, aka the pimp
Warup Dj Scream, Cory what’s happenin’
Spins on the beat, Tity Boi rappin’
Its time to turn up, told em let’s do it
And I’m from the A, can I hit up with that unit

I’m an astronaut, I’m a nasa, I’m a rock star, I’m a shotta
With a bomber clock, who wanna test me
Yeah girl she wanna sex me
Carrese me, for me she turn to lesbi
I’m tuned into the radio, I count up all these fetti
Ay DJ Spinz freebandz, Cory B freebandz, DJ Scream freebandz, Talk to me freebandz
Ay DJ Spinz freebandz, Cory B freebandz, DJ Scream freebandz, Talk to me freebandz

I’m so fucking turnt up with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas
In the trap with the goonies and a drug dealers
I’m so, I’m so turnt up, with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas
In the trap with the goonies and a drug dealer

I’m canned up, hood shit, real nigga, hood rich
Bad bitches only, but she must be a hood bitch
I’m riding round in your city, strapped up and I’m getting in
Lambo, nascar, loud pipes and I’m in it
Top down, my chain on, you a real nigga that’s the same song
Block photo my aim on, little fuck boy, you a lame hoe
I’m turned up, can’t turn me down
I’m sacked up and I’m head’ to town
…can’t burn me down, and you know the town

This hood rich radio, you better not change the station
It’s Gucci mane la flare they say I changed the nation
I’m a trapper slash rappers yea that’s my occupation
And I don’t cary chump change all I do is carry faces
I’m monopoly, I ball, I think I’m Dominique
Primetime like Dion, I make them kiss my cleats
I brought you juice, I brought you flock, Now whos the next blow?
I’m so boulder crest, so Texaco, so Cresham road

I’m so fucking turnt up with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas
In the trap with the goonies and a drug dealers
I’m so, I’m so turnt up, with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas
In the trap with the goonies and a drug dealer
Long live the hustle coming soon!

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'Trap Boomin' Lyrics - Gucci Mane (Ft. Rick Ross)
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Started out with blood money
50k in drugs on me
.. put thugs on me
Just pulled up in the club homey
We just put my thugs on it
Home boy gettin his mug on
Hey I wanna get my buzz on
Fuck around I’ll put my gloves on
Say no robbin how I eat
B.c 32 that’s my street
Brick squad runners 10 million deep
I’m tryin to sell 10 billion keys
Fuck what a bitch boy say to me
AKA I stay with me
Mac 99 not far away my dogs don’t even play with me
In my apartment 80 a piece
Stack a piece 80 g’s
Old skool dope rider front
Off set shots 73
You say he’s a traper pleas
I hang around with a gang of thieves
They prolly charge 200g’s then sell your ass a sack of leaves
Gucci mane fuck up the sound
Dead drunk like my uncle
Touch my brother dood n I’ll cock and shoot or cut your throat
Gucci mane fuck up the sound
Dead drunk like my uncle
Touch my brother dood n I’ll cock and shoot or cut your throat

My cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it
Got numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk
I’m still in my trap house aka my blow spot
Got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door locked
Bitch I’m talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk

55 white bricks fronted to me
23 thous 5h unit a piece
357 sit on top of the seats
Plus a air 15 ain’t far from my reach
Got a house on flat shore sell nothin but dro
Apartment on the crest ware I get all the blow
Went from pan to perform till 80s show
Now a 26 a shocks sit up unda the rows
A nigga think he playin with me betta play with his nose
Put a hole in his chest bout the size of a mole
I gota j that swing my door and I pay them in dope
I got cookers on my team that snort and I pay them in coke

My cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it
Got numbers in my blow spot my trap house is boomin talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk
I’m still in my trap house aka my blow spot
Got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door locked
Bitch I’m talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk

There’s not no one in the game with more swagger than this
Cause I can score with any hoe with just the flick of my wrist
Diamonds sittin on my finger cost ten bricks of the sniff
For this matchin cardia 20 bags of tha pills
You can talk n say your sick but I ain’t goin legit
Tryna think of the newest murder gonna drop him again
Flow harder than running water
Tatted up like Travis Barker
More swag than your baby father
Wrist colder than northan border
Lang gonna get you life in order
Squares don’t get no likin on
Have my goons out back and slaughter
Fuck around find you stinkin partner
Thesis diamonds in this bitch look like newvo on my fist
This shits with a twist so I keep a new bitch on my dick

My cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it
Got numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk
I’m still in my trap house aka my blow spot
Got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door locked
Bitch I’m talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk

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'Super Cocky' Lyrics - Gucci Mane
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[Hook]
Super duper stupid cocky
My wrist super duper rocky
Rocky like the rocky mountains
Make it rain, water fountains
Damn she got a stupid body
I just popped a super Molly
Twin ferraris got em thinking
I’m down with illuminati
Say your sorry, beg your pardon
Gucci too I packed the garden?
Riding foreign, rocking Ralph Lauren
Call me Liberaci
Louie keychain and a wallet
Shoes and jeans and hat Versaci
Gucci mane so who can stop me
I can’t lie I’m super cocky

[ Verse 1 - Gucci ]
I got money in every pocket in my cargo
Pull up in a largo
Call me Gucci Fox ho
Sold so many deuces I should have a bar code
Pj to Las Vegas won a half a mil in Cosmo
Fucked so many bitches, dipped my dick in rolls gold
Suicide doors on the Rolce and you know that I had to go get the brain glow
They say Gucci Mane so hard for shouting loco
Never rapped the same flow
And never hit the same ho
Heard your nigga getting some money but he lame tho
Your boyfriends a rainbow
Baby that’s my logo
I’m the ruthless
I’m the crucialist
I put diamonds all in my crucifix
Y’all know how I do this shit
Treat a army bitch like a groupie bitch

[ Hook ]
Super duper stupid cocky
My wrist super duper rocky
Rocky like the rocky mountains
Make it rain, water fountains
Damn she got a stupid body
I just popped a super Molly
Twin ferraris got em thinking
I’m down with illuminati
Say your sorry, beg your pardon
Gucci too I packed the garden?
Riding foreign, rocking Ralph Lauren
Call me Liberaci
Louie keychain and a wallet
Shoes and jeans and hat Versaci
Gucci mane so who can stop me
I can’t lie I’m super cocky

[ Verse 2 - Gucci ]
Gucci mane make super profit
Your girlfriend is jocky jocky
I know what you read about me
I heard what you said about me
Bitches I’m gone feed them pigeons
Cuz I keep that bread around me
Same bitches and only me, this bitch is getting some head beside me
First I let her drive the car,
Then I let her ride the star
On a bra don’t own a bra
I swear that girl a porno star
Yo boyfriend got a loan-a-car
Ménage a troise, on my car
Stay stupid fresh I’m extra sharp
I swear he…,
On your break, lets go to lunch
Ate my boss like crunchy munch
Pull out clean I love to stunt
The backs the front, the fronts the trunk
Buy the paint despite the punch
Smoked out the pound, we crown the blunt
Scram if you ain’t serving grams
I still got what them junkies want

[ Hook ]
Super duper stupid cocky
My wrist super duper rocky
Rocky like the rocky mountains
Make it rain, water fountains
Damn she got a stupid body
I just popped a super Molly
Twin ferraris got em thinking
I’m down with illuminati
Say your sorry, beg your pardon
Gucci too I packed the garden
Riding foreign, rocking Ralph Lauren
Call me Liberaci
Louie keychain and a wallet
Shoes and jeans and hat Versaci
Gucci mane so who can stop me
I can’t lie I’m super cocky

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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Shawty cooler than fan, but her man not needed
Got a real hot mama, she a stone cold freak
10 girls in my suite, brought sand to the beach
Got a nigga from the country, call two times a week
I’m in a red Maserati with some snow white seats
And when I skeet I try to aim it at her snow white teeth
Red bottoms on the wood, watchin’ the Hawks play the Heat
Brought the whole Bricksquad, 10 grand every seat
6 ounces and a liter that’s a dirty sweet tea
I’m a put this game on bad bitch that I meet
I’m a zone 6 king and my jeans got wings
I’m a rich girl’s fantasy, a poor girl’s dream

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Hold up stop the track, let’s get some understandin’
I’m servin’ softball, I pitch underhanded
Your girlfriend said she like me but I’m too demandin’
Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas
My stash done got so big that I can’t rubber band it
My plug be speakin’ Spanish I can’t understand it
So stop the track my nigga let’s get some understandin’
Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Now I can’t dance a lick but look my diamonds dancin’
Rap or trap my nigga I’m a take my chances
I had a couple … didn’t go down how I planned it
I guess I fronted him too much, he couldn’t handle it
You disrespect the Squad then you get reprimanded
Blowin’ kush in the house, she smokin’ second handed
I got the whole pack sold ‘fo the pack landed
Chicken bags in the trap, call it hand to handin’
And you ain’t gotta shop with me that’s fine and dandy
Two ways, four nines call it Georgia candy
Cookin’ dope in Lou Vuittion cause I’m kinda fancy
I met your bitch at the bar, got her two shots of Brandy

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
Hold up wait, let me explain
Half my niggas move ki’s of ‘caine
Jewish lawyers what we’ve attained
In my car’s where she give brain
Bought the … of Dorthy
Yellow road, sellin’ bricks
Big face, yellow wrist, drop top, hello bitch
Cut the shit, make sure that we see eye to eye
We got them birds and they don’t fly up in the sky
Bitch, and you gon’ take this trip to Kansas
And you gon’ get them bricks of dandruff
I wash the money like it’s Head & Shoulders
I watch the money like a deadly cobra
And hit my phone once you got the bricks
You hit the road you better hold it if you gotta piss

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

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[Intro:]
“Drumma Boy” [echoes] Ay yeah boyyyy, ay yeah [x2] (It’s Gucci! Unghh)

[Gucci Mane:]
Hey girl I’m tearin it up and they knowin that I had sex so much that I ain’t goin back
I blow stack after stack after stack after stack
At the rack everyday and they knowin that
Well I’m blowin that and I’m doin this
And my red flag got the haters pissed
Don’t reckless, this not a diss
This not a threat, this real shit
And don’t play me, cause ain’t no stoppin me
Ain’t no toppin me, and ain’t no robbin me
Cut the robbers outs, I brought the goons out
We reckless, we O.G.
On Acuras and they textin us
But who gives a fuck and who gives a damn?
I’m blood in and blood out on
Flat Shoals with big sand
And Waka Flocka, thanks Flocka Waka Two times, cause we two crimes
Two bloods and two rides with fo’ nines and gang signs So what’s up?
The pricety, I’m icey as iced tea
I’m the king of diamonds and the princess shinin
And all mine behind me

[Chorus: x8]
Let’s get reckless, let’s get reckless

[Cap:]
Oh yeah! Cap, I’m in beast mode
Hell yeah I’m on reckless
If you don’t like it pussy nigga come check this
Respect this or meet your death wish
There’s 17 bird on my necklace
I fuck with dem and they fuck with me
Don’t fuck with us, get the fuck from ’round
Cause I like to pop and we sucker free Reckless, reckless, e’rybody goin HAM
Don’t test this, cause if you do
That Smith & Wesson go blam, damn
Look what the fuck done happened
Just cause you heard that a nigga start rappin
That I’m worryin about the [?] pulled out
No toppin, no clappin, clear the whole scene
I’m smashin Bye, gone – boy you better catch up nigga
Get hit from your neck up nigga Nobody wan’ fess up, get your block up
Leave the whole scene full of ketchup nigga
They are wildin, on wildin, on ballin, they violent
I got the little man sydrome, get me in the end zone
Signin autographs who’s stylin?

[Chorus]

[Chill Will:]
Huh? Huh? Huh? Vacation in Miami, they say
I’m swag surfin
Your girl with ya she ain’t lookin but her ass flirtin
See I’m a classy nigga, a thousand dollar curtains
And I just made yo’ nigga mad cause his pocket hurtin
And I don’t mean I’m jackin off when I say
I’m chokin chickens I mean, when we rap on mo’ we call that chokin chickens
I got a talkin code, for all he knows it folds
Too buck to be on probation, too rich to be on parole
My dawgs love me on I’m on the mic talkin reckless
Stuntin, ballin, million dollar flexin
My dawgs love me on I’m on the mic talkin reckless
Stuntin, ballin, millionaire flexin

[Chorus]

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I got a cold club I call it Philip Rivers
I got a cold club I call it Philip Rivers

Some people think small, some people think big
Some people think small, some people think big
Attract the trailer full of meat, such a sweet lick
Attract the trailer full of meat, such a sweet lick
Some people think small, some people think big
Some people think small, some people think big
Attract the trailer full of meat, such a sweet lick
Attract the trailer full of meat, such a sweet lick
Some people think small, some people think big
Some people think small, some people think big
Attract the trailer full of meat, such a sweet lick
Attract the trailer full of meat, such a sweet lick
I got a cold club I call it Philip Rivers
Each time I turn around, he throw another shiver
Playing out my … fan, think he trying to hit me
… with some charges, where it’s hard to get me
In the kitchen …that white…
… killers, and we move in silence
Tell me to quit, I say no way
Bust a hundred mill for my last tape

Some people think small, some people think big
Some people think small, some people think big
Attract the trailer full of meat, such a sweet lick
Attract the trailer full of meat, such a sweet lick
Some people think small, some people think big
Some people think small, some people think big
Attract the trailer full of meat, such a sweet lick
Attract the trailer full of meat, such a sweet lick.

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You’re telling em that she can be my last chick
And put a ring on her finger like a marriage
But baby girl, you know that I’m a bachelor
Yes, now you’re flat out of luck, like a …

(..fucked up, man
That shit was…
Bring that shit back!)

Chorus:
She here to stay, baby girl a keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby
She here to stay, baby girl a keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby

She’s telling me that she could be my last chick
And put a ring on her finger like a marriage
But baby girl, you know that I’m a bachelor
Yes, now you’re flat out of luck, like a …
Beauty queen, no he don’t need it
No, you’re the same chick that said that won’t be…
She’s feeling me, she’s trying to take us deeper
Catch a feeling, she a briqsquad diva

Chorus:
She here to stay, baby girl a keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby
She here to stay, baby girl a keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby

Can’t take the condom off…
Buy you anything if you got Gucci pussy
Got me all some other shit, fucking in the movies
She my briqsquad diva, she know …
I’mma get it to her, Susie, please baby don’t confuse me
With them other guys, she…
She so sincere, you can see the love in the eyes

Chorus:
She here to stay, baby girl a keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby
She here to stay, baby girl I keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby

Baby bitch better stay… my Gucci watch
She my motivation, bumping…
A couple bands ain’t… just some purse cash
Made it rain in the club…
…yeah, she… cash
Briqsqaud diva, Shawty got that…
Say only time she come, when I come over
You know I’ll be going dumb in her rangerover!

Chorus:
She here to stay, baby girl a keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby
She here to stay, baby girl I keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby

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drama squad and gucci
gucci mane and drama
bankrolls got dumber
cause we ain't getting no younger
comma after comma
comma after comma
comma after comma
it's gucci mane and drama

fell in love with bricks
damn, i love my club
my girlfriend broke up with me
cause she said she tired of them drugs
hang around with thugs
make a move with g's
i'mma stack my cheese
and i'mma sell my p's
yeah, i'm from the a
a lot of b's and c's
that's bloods and crips
can't forget gd's
pause the track for a second
i just wanna say thank you
all this money i made
i don't wanna be ungrateful

my earrings ten kilos
i'm going crazy like cee-lo
stack a whole bunch of zeroes
but don't go tell my p.o
my dope got a vertical
it jump from the free-throw
my kush got a real loud smell
you could smell the shit from rio
count a hundred in serial
peanut butter interior
my jewelry game on frigidaire
my watch cold as siberia
gucci mane, is you serious?
hell yeah, i'm serious
red watch with the red chain
my diamonds on they period
i'm thugged out and i'm plugged in
these other niggas is suspect
don't know who let all these scrubs in
my top down but i'm upset
all hundreds, got no change
he wanna change the subject
millionaire with a mansion
but i came up in the projects

fell in love with bricks
damn, i love my club
my girlfriend broke up with me
cause she said she tired of them drugs
hang around with thugs
make a move with g's
i'mma stack my cheese
and i'mma sell my p's
yeah, i'm from the a
a lot of b's and c's
that's bloods and crips
can't forget gd's
pause the track for a second
i just wanna say thank you
all this money i made
i don't wanna be ungrateful

all the money i made
i don't wanna be ungrateful
shout out to my blood
i wanna tell him thank you
thank you for them drugs
thank you for them bails
thank you for them bricks
got to use my scale
got to check my pack
got to run up my sacks
got ballplayer money, nigga, check my stats
that's a well-known fact
i'mma cook it up like this
work my wrist like that
got a old-school in this black
rapper and trapper, wear two hats
i got dirty money like diddy
need to wash them stacks with ajax
call me gucci mane, it's my city
close the curtains in my maybach
diamonds dancing with the stars
got 'em glancing at the ice
pockets fat as kelly price
and i love selling white
gucci!

fell in love with bricks
damn, i love my club
my girlfriend broke up with me
cause she said she tired of them drugs
hang around with thugs
make a move with g's
i'mma stack my cheese
and i'mma sell my p's
yeah, i'm from the a
a lot of b's and c's
that's bloods and crips
can't forget gd's
pause the track for a second
i just wanna say thank you
all this money i made
i don't wanna be ungrateful

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if this a cold..why you..
great liquor..lines in the dope i was
too far smoking cigars and..
..everywhere this calls the dining room
three hundred pound roll tight on the..room
and who the close act the money in the closet fool
i'm not a..gucci keeps a lot of tools
i teach nigga how to cut it like this ..coop
wait a minute just be patient i may take a minute
on the..dark say a.. i'm in the kitchen and i'm water..
i hear the flickers

got..scrolling on money in my living room
got birds everywhere i call it the chicken room
and i'm bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon
that bird is everywhere i call it the chicken room
got cities scroll it got no money in my living room
got birds everywhere i call it the chicken room
and i'm bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon
that bird is everywhere i call it the chicken room

i'm with my..with my madam and i'm fat blunt
i call the ashes in the..
i'm having fun be my dawn ..
i need a bottle time what a..what ..
me and ross on the block what a..
i'm in the zone.. i'm cool with my black gun
true religion 50 in my true religion
and they no.. fifty in my rolly jeans
ain't no whine chain you want to..
you know my regime how money what it means
i pray the ..roll i got a hundred things
i'm tryin to ..y'all

got..scrolling on money in my living room
got birds everywhere i call it the chicken room
and i'm bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon
that bird is everywhere i call it the chicken room
got cities scroll it got no money in my living room
got birds everywhere i call it the chicken room
and i'm bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon
that bird is everywhere i call it the chicken room

hey..the dawn i'm flyer than the..
who say that the..the cash right on
i call my monaco big..scared
people whatever they hear the nigga paris
i .. i can't spare it
unless you my coach that's why i roll the vouches
.. i'm a vegetarian
ove ..go t..the word my ..
they try to get the formular but i'm ..
they know i got them five furs and they wanting em
..what the f*ck i'ma put the money yeah
..i got the..to me ..

got..scrolling on money in my living room
got birds everywhere i call it the chicken room
and i'm bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon
that bird is everywhere i call it the chicken room
got cities scroll it got no money in my living room
got birds everywhere i call it the chicken room
and i'm bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon
that bird is everywhere i call it the chicken room

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do anybody know somebody who know somebody?
who know somebody who know somebody who got the mollys
karate kid but i don't even know karate
kush got my eyes low like mr. miyagi
east atlanta santa, yeah my stomach fat and jolly
fucked up 50 grand in vegas with my nigga (?)
got the battle of the bands going in my robin's
and if you think of robbin gucci, you gon have some problems..
servin pizza pies, all my pies got extra toppings
and i be shittin on all these niggas just like pigeon droppings
30 grand in all hundreds, i don't do the wallet
and i'm about to fly to new york cause i'm going shoppin

i take a brick, break off a brick and cook a deuce
way i'm beating up all these babies call it child abuse
way i'm beating that white girl, that's domestic violence
and my money talk for me cause i be being quiet

quiet, quiet, cause i be being quiet
i let my money talk for me because i'm being quiet

quiet, quiet, cause i be being quiet
i let my money talk for me because i'm being quiet

break a 4-way off a brick and then i'm bout to fry it
my money gettin obese, your shit is on a diet
i sip lean all day every day until the kid is tired
i make em search for that ? cause this pussy's wired
if you think you can defeat me, fuck it nigga, try it
i got squares all in my trunk i think he wanna buy it
got a g-4 but i do not have no one to fly it
i'm so fly that i might stop rappin and be a pilot
gucci mane the shit and you can't deny it
i got the game in a knot and you can't untie it
i let my money do the talking, i be being quiet..
and i get money out the streets but keep my business private!

i take a brick, break off a brick and cook a deuce
way i'm beating up all these babies call it child abuse
way i'm beating that white girl, that's domestic violence
and my money talk for me cause i be being quiet

quiet, quiet, cause i be being quiet
i let my money talk for me because i'm being quiet

quiet, quiet, cause i be being quiet
i let my money talk for me because i'm being quiet

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Wake up this morning with some mother fucking blessing
Got my AK .. stressing went to the kitchen
.. weapon up the part try to come out with some extra
.. ain’t no pressure give it 38 special
.. mother fucker .. example everyone want a photo
Cause she says she like my clothes
I made a hundred thousand … got more block
Than the … whole thing to blow a nigger ..
Wake up this morning with some mother fucking blessing
Got my AK .. stressing went to the kitchen
.. weapon up the part try to come out with some extra
..Gucci is my name so you know … energy invasion
48 the pill .. ok 48 amaze me .. race me
I fuck with the problems
I ain’t with the murders ..
Wake up this morning with some mother fucking blessing
Got my AK .. stressing went to the kitchen
.. weapon up the part try to come out with some extra
Wake up this morning with some mother fucking blessing
Got my AK .. stressing went to the kitchen
.. weapon up the part try to come out with some extra
I would be getting money since the mother fucker ..
You know I got the .. and a couple cushes .. one already in the head
.. keep it real with you .. on a vehicle spend a couple bocks
Fuck some bad bitches pop a pill or two
.. be thankful for what you got my nigger
Is a blessing
Wake up this morning with some mother fucking blessing
Got my AK .. stressing went to the kitchen
.. weapon up the part try to come out with some extra

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holiday season
holiday season
plain jane plain jane
plain jane plain jane
i know my body took a lot of ..
long smoke a lot of stink
a lot of pistol a lot of pink
cause they lean i like the drink
my face got a lot f texts
my girl got a lot of gold
my mouth talk a lot of shit
my dick fuck a lot of hoes
watch that nig be filled with shrimp
ladies limping like it’s close
cause they’s on my fucking plane
ways all in my temp
my mind it be on the prize
hands on with the 9
might drop house they keep a line
cause i am selling …
gucci mane a millionaire
my house i’ll be seldom there
ah i was beyond the road
bank account got … o’s
my bitches be true religion
in my kitchen clicking chicken
smoking switchers busting …
bought two .. spent the million

this watch right here cost ninety thousand plain jane
but i am gonna put some watch off in it anyway
you haters gonna hate on you like in a way
so i am gonna put some words on my shit anyway
anyway in a way anyway way
i thought that i can find another any day
any day in a way anyway in a way
it’s not that hot outside but i am gonna drop it anyway

maybach’s in way back
said way back yes it’s out back
i mean out back my .. bitch
she’s got a fat ass and some big tits
i fuck with her cause her ..
with hew blow cause her ass in my louis v shades
plus it match the eight of spades
oh newborns talking automats
got two one plain chain one ice …
nigger try it meat knock some lights out
got goon in .. run a check up my man zone
that is a1 lbg free bossy free pinchy
you don’t want to stand in the way …
your house the size of my condo i just ra
shit for the fun hoe last over time ..
young dimes is ld school to where street songs
where the money at i want some songs
you main bitch and your little sis
you know what time it is nigger it’s three some

this watch right here cost ninety thousand plain jane
but i am gonna put some watch off in it anyway
you haters gonna hate on you like in a way
so i am gonna put some words on my shit anyway
anyway in a way anyway way
i thought that i can find another any day
any day in a way anyway in a way
it’s not that hot outside but i am gonna drop it anyway

i drive the top like fuck it i am …
i pull up the winter fuck i don’t know was it
i know they cut my budget i know the bitches love it
i got hatters disgusted i am smoking on that mushroom
i am from east atlanta and i say it loud i got a black ferarri
cause i am black and proud got a delta one and lights out the pimping
when i put together they stand out
i am a biker hitchhiker that’s what you are with your foul mouth
got a spy girl with some rims on and the black tie they poke out
got a lighter let me borrow that
so i can smoke me on this .. can’t see these niggers
they are under your label .. gucci mane knocking nuzzles
this watch right here cost ninety thousand plain jane
but i am gonna put some watch off in it anyway
you haters gonna hate on you like in a way
so i am gonna put some words on my shit anyway
anyway in a way anyway way
i thought that i can find another any day
any day in a way anyway in a way
it’s not that hot outside but i am gonna drop it anyway

show some .. dj fate my nigga
know what i wanna do
we working

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Tram service in the … you niggers are back
When I start back in 95 I wasn’t . for five
I started .. pay a quarter million dollars just to be ..
When I started back in 1995 .. I started coming off
.. on my face paid a million dollars

When I start back in 95 I wasn’t . for five
I started .. pay a quarter million dollars just to be ..
When I started back in 1995 .. I started coming off
.. on my face paid a million dollars
Gucci what you now I told them
Get this glass and get far from me hoe
… playing cards .. hell fresh on your ..
But I used to sell your momma .. was my job for the summer
And my job for the .. dropping ..
Many help me by my … used to call me black
If you give me for a .. bitch I am gonna call you fat
Cause all my niggers would have .. when I first started back in 1995
When I start back in 95 I wasn’t . for five
I started .. pay a quarter million dollars just to be ..
When I started back in 1995 .. I started coming off
.. on my face paid a million dollars

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