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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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Make It Look Easy (Feat. Busta Rhymes) – Gucci Mane

Lirik lagu: Make It Look Easy (Feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I make it look easy easy easy
I make it look easy
All my real “get money ballas” stand up
Yea all my real “get money” ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy
I make it look easy
All my real “get money ballas” stand up
Yea all my real “get money” ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy

[Verse 1:]
They know me as the king of the shine
It’s Busta Buss, bitch, they call me stimulus rhymes
Familiar with women I got you curious times two
Delirious with bread, so serious with the mind
Conspicuous, you might wanna take a flick of this line
I’m sick with this, think you really wanna get with the swine flu?
Ridiculous, with such a meticulous grind (ooh)
Ventriloquist, the way niggas will spit when I rhyme too
Sometimes it’s hard to believe me, the way I
Come with them classics and make it look easy and then I
Make me this money and spend it so freely and Jedi
Corner the market, that’s when I

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Make it look easy
All my real “get money ballas” stand up
Yea all my real “get money” ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy
I make it look easy
All my real “get money ballas” stand up
Yea all my real “get money” ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy
I make it look easy

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[Verse 2:]
Know what this custom Louis just cost me?
Well if you did, you’d probably get your fucking hand off me
It’s Damier leather chocolate darker than coffee
Staring at the space shuttle, when I pull up they pull off, see?
Shawty be probably be pushing and answer me softly
She love the fact that I rep everything that a boss be
The type of boss she should get to know, and never should cross me
That make certain shit happen, I don’t really think you should force me
All the way from the start to the finish, my friend I
Be getting it popping from the spot til they tell me can I
Make it look easier than fighting a midget ridder
Both of that kush nigga then I

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Make it look easy
All my real “get money ballas” stand up
Yea all my real “get money” ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy
I make it look easy
All my real “get money ballas” stand up
Yea all my real “get money” ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy
I make it look easy

[Verse 3:]
So see me make my diamonds I’m a go with high society
Busta rhyming, rocking custom diamonds
I’m blinding, shit to me is easy grinding
Even if I was signed, ain’t no need to sign me
Entirely, too turnt up my mind is
Focused on money like the IRS is
I pull up in a scratched Lexus with Texas
Tags, so many bricks I cause erections
Lethal injection, electric necklace
(Bling) I’m flexing so check that off the checklist
I’m hungry, I’m eating rappers for breakfast
Respect, one verse will leave you breathless
I’m rapping on a Biggie beat, they didn’t expect it
Fucking with me, expect the unexpected
Easy, breezy, cover like make-up
That way you cook make up I wait to cook cakes up

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[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Make it look easy
All my real “get money ballas” stand up
Yea all my real “get money” ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy
I make it look easy
All my real “get money ballas” stand up
Yea all my real “get money” ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy
I make it look easy

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No Sleep (Intro) – Gucci Mane

[Intro]
Ziggy
Mike Will

[Hook]
I can’t even sleep I got so much to say
Fuck the feds, fuck the police, fuck the DEA
I can’t even sleep I got so much to say
Ex-drug dealer, used to sell a brick to day
I can’t even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to drink a pint a day
I can’t even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to smoke a pound a day
[Interlude]
It’s Gucci
No sleep
Burr-burrr-burrr
I’m outchea
Zwizzop

[Verse]
When the sun comes out it takes the rain away
But just like Noah it been rainin’ the last 40 days
Takin’ pain pills, tryna take the pain away
Sold my first 8-ball and bought me my first pair of J’s
Momma cussing out these disrespectful ass J’s
They knockin’ on the door, know I’m just in the 7th grade
I’m mixin’ codeine pills and molly in a lemonade
I’m feelin’ like briscuit so damn high, might just die any day
For all you junkies that’s addicted, please don’t get offended
I’m a recovering drug addict and that’s not my intention
That OG gas hit my mailbox like a magazine subscription
My doctor in the feds for writing bad prescriptions
I got so drunk I left (?) and I crashed a Bentley
I’m a mathematician
I’m too stoned to miss it
I got the best intentions but I made rash decisions
Throwin’ cash at bitches
Spend like half a chicken
Before I started rapping I was worth half a ticket
Took your stash to get it
Or spent it so fast it’s silly
I drop the top on my Rolls Royce, I ride past the prison
They hate with a passion, I guess that’s the new fashion, is it

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[Hook]
I can’t even sleep I got so much to say
Fuck the feds, fuck the police, fuck the DEA
I can’t even sleep I got so much to say
Ex-drug dealer, used to sell a brick to day
I can’t even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to drink a pint a day
I can’t even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to smoke a pound a day

[Outro]
Fuck the feds, fuck the police, fuck the DEA
I can’t even sleep, I can’t even sleep, I can’t even sleep

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Met Gala (Feat. Offset) – Gucci Mane

Lirik lagu: Met Gala (Feat. Offset)

[Intro: Offset]
Hey
Southside
Wizop
Offset
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Woo

[Chorus: Offset]
Mil’ in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I’ll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I’m gettin’ this money
I’m fuckin’ these thotties, they tryna get commas (come up)
This a good week, i’ve been stackin’ up Ms
And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’ (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin’ up formal (formal)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Look at my boogers, they big as you (booger)
You could get shot with your nigga too (bow)
This stick make a nigga do boogaloo (brr)
Bentley Mulsanne but the seats masseuse (skrt)
I’m havin’ more stripes than Adidas boost (havin’ that)
Dick in her mouth like I’m edible (dickin’ that)
Nigga stop shootin’, you better move (brr)
I fight for my gang, I won’t let ’em lose (gang)
Your bitch, she wantin’ the pipe, aight
This shit started off likes (huh)
Hopped in my DM and rode me a kite, flight (yeah)
And she on the very first flight (go)
Finesse a nigga then get this shit right (huh)
On sight, right, nigga, goodnight (on sight)
Poppin’ that shit ’cause he thinkin’ he pipe, pipe
Hunnid rounds drum with the knife (brr)
Me and the Wop, Biggie and Pac (Wop)
But we so different, we keepin’ the Glock (bow)
I’m on a yacht and a yacht on my watch (yacht)
Fuckin’ a thot on the ocean, Dubai (thot)
I’ma play dumb but that’s see out the plot (plot)
She know what I’m ’bout (hey)
You hear this dope and your heart gonna stop (hey)
They callin’ the cops (12)
Hop on the jet, this a 20 passenger (jet)
Offset the maniac, I’m the massacre (hey)
I take your heart out and shoot your bladder up (agh)
Get to the top and we blew the ladder up (top)
Ran up my money and I’m talkin’ lateral (bag)
Had that bitch high off a Perc and Adderall (high)
Pull out the fire and you better grab it all (brrr)
Bitch, I’m Offset and I’m ’bout to set it off (hey, hey)

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[Chorus: Offset]
Mil’ in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I’m gettin’ this money
I’m fuckin’ these thotties, they tryna get come up (come up)
This is good week, we stackin’ up Ms
And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’ (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
I just let the met gala dressin’ up formal (formal)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane (Offset)]
I’m havin’ this shit what you hadn’t (havin’ it)
Showin’ respect like your daddy (respect)
Yeah, Gucci the man, cash in the caddy (guwop)
I just woke up in a palace (woo)
I did a walk through, I’m in Dallas, man (walk through)
Flew in two bitches from Cali (pew)
These Bs on me, I can’t barely (B)
They drunk and they just walkin’ barely
I’m headed to Paris to pick up a bag (go, go, go)
And they treat me like one of the Jacksons
These niggas ain’t trappin’, ain’t makin’ transactions (nah)
A nigga rob you, he be practicing (bow)
Four bitches all tryna swallow this
I feel like I’m fightin’ an octopus (woo)
Thought it was killers, camped out in my bushes (brr)
Then come to find out it’s photographers (flash)
Feds watch me through binoculars (feds)
Mad ’cause a nigga get popular (grr)
Flex on a hoe wanna lock me up, yo (flex)
Drop Top Wop but the top is up (skrt, skrt)
Negative turn to a positive (woo, woo, woo)
I don’t care for no obstacles
I could care less ’bout the bloggers, boy (no)
80K stuffed in my joggers, boy (80 boy)

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