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Dead Man (Feat. Young Scooter & Trae The Truth) – Gucci Mane

Lirik lagu: Dead Man (Feat. Young Scooter & Trae The Truth)

[Verse 1:]
Call me Gucci Mane when I’m on the stage with you
They call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci Goo out when I do the song with you
But don’t walk up on me hoes, after the blow don’t scroll with ya
Call me Gucci Mane when I’m on the stage with you
They call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci Goo out when I do the song with you
But don’t walk up on me hoes, after the blow don’t scroll with ya
Got them young shooters with me, they don’t get along with you
If you ain’t get no money nigga what it is wrong with you?
And I can’t tell your own niggas have the wrong picture
I take the real sippin lean with this very long swisha
I’ll drink my milkers and the codeine, even this apple juice mixture
If you knew that you would do that I swear you would not kiss
You’s a naked boy that’s nigga tryin to tell em got fish
If a snitch was without the day I bet this hood would not miss

[Hook:]
You’s a dead man, playing games with that bread
You’s a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you’re playing games with my bread
You hear the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

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[Verse 2:]
Five news, 4 tray, 6 A
8 watches, 4 chains, 6 rings
Pot Forbes don’t add a high coast
From coast to coast, I said numbers on the dope
Remix it yo, you know I can sell you both 16 fine
Prices loaded, shawty load, when I drive
Got my seat leanin low, bricks inside
Got em stashed in the door, always road running
Me and Gucci getting money fast, keep it coming
Track the trailer in the morning, won’t stop jigging
Every month I make 4 hundred, I’m a street nigga
I got rich up for Jacky

[Hook:]
You’s a dead man, playing games with that bread
You’s a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you’re playing games with my bread
You hear the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

[Verse 3:]
What the fuck is you thinking?
Dumb bitch, you must have been drinking
This top had got me feeling like holy
If I let you ride you bound to be stinking
I’m an asshole I do what I like to
Oh shit this made for you to fight too
I don’t give a fuck bitch I don’t like you
Got that fire bitch I might light you
Bitch I am the streets you just look tough
Call my bricks is low like I was on bluff
Call me the master like soon up
Bad boy for real, no puff
If a nigga pussy I don’t pimp mine,
Just keep the distance don’t play with mine
Stay in your place fall out of line,
Had them young niggas on me you’re here to be fine
You can find me in the hood where a hood don’t go
Bitch just somebody that the hood don’t know,
If a nigga turned up tell him watch these shows
Money never since then so I meant don’t blow
King of streets just call me sire
On my throne, ain’t no one higher
TR, UT ace no liar
Real street nigga I won’t retire.

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[Hook:]
You’s a dead man, playing games with that bread
You’s a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you’re playing games with my bread
You hear the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

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Jackie Chan (Feat. Migos) – Gucci Mane

Lirik lagu: Jackie Chan (Feat. Migos)

[Verse 1 : Gucci Mane]
Jackie Chan glasses, Rush Hour traffic
Buffie the Body, the buffer the fattest
Hitted the fool now he riding in the trunk
[?]
A million a month is a lost to a boss
Don’t pass me the blunt because I’m in a slump
Biggin’ and juggin’, bitch what do you want
I’m credit for dope til’ the first of the month
Smoking a blunt and my trunk in the front
You like it or leave it, or leave it alone
Slick with the stick and I’m cool with the chrome
One hit of the bong and I leave it alone
Lean and Patron, I know that it’s wrong
I know that it’s wrong but I jugg on the phone
The day that it came, the day that it gone
Day to day business, cause dope with a tone
Gucci and Ziggy, we back in the business
My pockets my piggy, I’m back on my throne

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
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

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Jackie Chan, diamond wrists, kicking like Liu Kang
Bruce Wayne, Bentley coupe, karate chop my brain
Alligator bally, Versace, Versace, Versace my ring
The j’s they love the cocaine, they sniffing the dope off my ring
You know that I’m a magician, The packs I get it and flip it
This lean is killing my kidneys, these birds are singing like Whitney

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[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Call me Jackie, my diamonds kicking,
Came a long way from that midget
To pull up in Honda Civics
To dropping that top on my Bentley
Them Rush Hour [?]
I’m smoking on Jackie, my eyes is chinky
My money is long like a slinky
I fuck with the Bentley like Pinky
I’m Jackie Chan in my city
Where ever I go, I’m good, I can kick it
[Hook]

[Verse 4: Gucci Mane]
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
Me, Chris Tucker, ride through Tucker
Got pulled over, cause we’re two black brothers
Chris Tucker stop laughin’ man
This shit here ain’t funny man
Rush Hour traffic, smoking cali
Two diamond rings, they Jackie Chan
Gucci got hands like Jackie Chan
Better yet, nigga Chuck Norris
Nigga told me he was back balling
Two weeks later he was back baring
Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch ballin’
Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch foreign
Put your hands up for the black man
Keep your eyes up for the black fan
Gucci Mane and Zay, we back man
Not Pac-Man, it’s Jackie Chan

[Hook]
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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Pardon Me (Feat. Rocko) – Gucci Mane

Lirik lagu: Pardon Me (Feat. Rocko)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Drop Top
Wizop
Wordplay

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
A nigga so fly that I should have been a pilot
I know a nigga rap but I could have been a stylist
Feel like a jeweler ’cause I rock so many diamonds (bling)
Could never run for president, my past too violent
Fam so broke that I had to start grindin’
Why I’m lookin’ bummy? Everybody else shinin’
Turned into a burglar and did a couple break-ins
Started as a corner boy, then turned into a kingpin
Walkin’ in Magic lookin’ like I were El Chapo
Hot damn Gucci, that’s a cold-blooded Hublot
I can’t even fuck with one hoe, I need two
And you ain’t gotta call hoe, I don’t need you
Jumpin’ out a car with no roof in a suit hoe
What type of nigga do the shit that I do hoe?
Started as a group, but I’m so dope I went solo
Get your ass knocked off and call it free promo
Chopper make a nigga back crack like Romo
Gucci go hard on a bitch, no homo
Pull up in an 18-wheeler, me dolo
Feelin’ like Sosa was born to move yayo

[Chorus: Rocko]
Life’s about taking risks
I told my baby pray for me, I’m tryna be all I can be
Put my pants on just like you, so why you envy me?
I’m just tryna be all I can be
I’m tryna live out my dreams, if I offend you, pardon me
I’m just tryna be all I can be
I’m just tryna see all that I can see
Never mind me, I’m tryna be all I can be

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[Verse 2: Rocko]
Ay, they wanna know, how does it feel to be a star?
How’s it feel to ride around the house for your car?
How does it feel to not have to sell that raw?
I’m told ’em I’m way more paranoid ’cause now they hate me more
They say, “Rock, how does it feel to be last of a dying breed?”
You pump life into these streets, they were in dying need
Off that real shit, that softest, that uncut, that raw
That shit that they jam to everyday when they jump up
The law, the word, they meet me in the AM
My voice I bring the gate in, in the evenings, still beatin’ me
Hit the club still playing, still playing when they leavin’
(How does that make you feel?)
It feels good, they believe me
They receive me, I am how they perceive me
I put my soul into these lyrics, listen, you will hear it
Backseat Mulsanne, Drop Top and the don
Where would the streets be without the Trap God and the don?

[Chorus: Rocko]
Life’s about taking risks
I told my baby pray for me, I’m tryna be all I can be
Put my pants on just like you, so why you envy me?
I’m just tryna be all I can be
I’m tryna live out my dreams, if I offend you, pardon me
I’m just tryna be all I can be
I’m just tryna see all that I can see
Never mind me, I’m tryna be all I can be

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Fuck your CEO and tell ’em King Gucci said that
Cause I ain’t never ever hit a lick and brought the bread back
That’s your CEO? We used to gamble for his contract
I damn near lost his first three albums playin’ blackjack
Standin’ in the trap, catchin’ J’s in my wavecap
Cappin’ ’bout none of these niggas rappin’ ’bout a fake trap
Call Ghostbusters ’cause these niggas sellin’ ghost crack
Point ’em to the kitchen and the nigga need a roll [?]
Put me in the kitchen and I might just bring a whole back
Put a hole in a nigga head, tell him “hold that”
This that eggbeater music, get it out the bowl rap
This that wife beater music, sell it while it wet rap
You a dick rider and I never will respect that
Came out, took my set back, I know they didn’t expect that
Gucci worth eight figures, but he tryna stretch that
My partner turned informer on me, I never woulda guessed that

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[Chorus: Rocko]
Life’s about taking risks
I told my baby pray for me, I’m tryna be all I can be
Put my pants on just like you, so why you envy me?
I’m just tryna be all I can be
I’m tryna live out my dreams, if I offend you, pardon me
I’m just tryna be all I can be
I’m just tryna see all that I can see
Never mind me, I’m tryna be all I can be, ay

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Bussin Juugs – Gucci Mane

First thing’s first man let’s get some understood
I’m a street nigga straight about the hood
I’m remember the first day I met the plug
When I came back to the city bussin jugs
Tell the jack boys I wish a nigga would
On the real my nigga we been gambling good
I got a 40 purple dog up in the club
I’m obsessed with sipping lean and smoking bud
My mama say the neighbors think I’m selling drugs
I told my mama chill and then gave her a dub
I turnt the stove on then gave mama a hug
Now when these niggas re-up, they re-up with us

Jug, you’re just another damn jug
Bitch don’t even know it, she done met the damn plug
Jug, jug and I do it so good
Bitch don’t even know it, she can leave the damn hood
Jug(x12)
Bitch don’t even know it, she done met the damn plug

Man a nigga said tripping in the wrong damn hood
Call a nigga cuz when he shoulda said blood
Hood nigga know that he gotta show love
Pull up to the club spend a whole damn dub
Hey, it’s your god damn move
You arguing about a bitch and she’s a god damn slut
What? And now you car shot up
Beefing bout a bitch with a glued on butt
Hey, you tryna act all tough
Got them hunduns in my pockets
Stamped in god we trust
Stupid waves no brush, she screaming
How he cookin’ dope and he ain’t using no fork

Jug, you’re just another damn jug
Bitch don’t even know it, she done met the damn plug
Jug, jug and I do it so good
Bitch don’t even know it, she can leave the damn hood
Jug(x12)
Bitch don’t even know it, she done met the damn plug

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1991 when I first start jugging
Wouldn’t make a profit till I first start cooking
I’m standing on the crest like the boulder crest bully
Call your plug and tell that nigga that that Gucci Mane took it
If you lock me up I’m gonna get out and start back juuging
Sun valley apartments and the neighbors keep looking
Gave a nick to my uncle and I told him how was it
Glass house, straight drop, yeah he loved it
Got a stash house, a scrap house, my trap house bunkin
Flashback, I damn near had to bust my cousin
Playing fucking games with the Gucci man money
Jugs, jugs, jugs, jugs, jugs hope these jugs keep coming

Jug, you’re just another damn jug
Bitch don’t even know it, she done met the damn plug
Jug, jug and I do it so good
Bitch don’t even know it, she can leave the damn hood
Jug(x12)
Bitch don’t even know it, she done met the damn plug

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