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I Get the Bag (Feat. Migos) – Gucci Mane

Lirik lagu: I Get the Bag (Feat. Migos)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Shine
It’s Gucci!
It’s drop top, wizop
Skrr

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah!
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
Them niggas that flex in the back don’t say nothin them niggas will kill for me
Backends I got ’em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
Bitch I’m a dog, give my treat
Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break in the [?]
Then Takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
It’s simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
Canada ’cause I’m a [?]
Walking with the racks I’m looking crippled (money!)
Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her!)
A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
Not from L.A. but I clip her (brrr!)
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
I’m not your average or typical (I’m not your)
Look at my wrist and it’s critical (look at the)
Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature (droppin’ the)
I get that bag on the regular
I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
Baggin’ up cookies, it’s medical (cookies!)
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
Cocaine and lean, it’s federal
I take off, landin’ on Nebula
[?] 20 M’s on my schedule
(Takeoff!)

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[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
(It’s Gucci!)
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I know that you niggas gettin’ sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
I won’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and I ride the beat
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay a nigga to drive for me
Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
I do what I want ’cause I’m signed to me
I get the-I get the-I get the bag
They get the bag, had to cut it in half
Stop the comparing, y’all makin’ me laugh
Need the rehab, I’m addicted to cash
Convertible Wop, convertible top
My dope got a vertical, look at it hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)
And it jump out the pot came out of jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy baby
Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby
Don’t leave me baby just drop to your knees and please me baby
I’m fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated
Congratulations, she bring me so good that I graduated
They had to hate it
Unfold them niggas they plastic baby
I trap a baby, I rap but [?] my masters baby
It’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic baby
I’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby

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[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek, yeah!

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Gucci Mane

Hi-Five – Gucci Mane

[Intro]
Brrrr, Metro
Wop, hah
It’s big Gucci, Metro, Wizzop
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon shoot you

[Verse 1]
I put eight mill in my crib to inspire ya
When you worth like twenty mill the kids admire ya
When your rap sheet look like mine they won’t hire ya
But when you sign yourself like I did they can’t fire ya
You want your club so loud then put me on the flier (its gucci)
I’m on fire like Richard Pryor my price gettin’ higher
How you gon’ take my title drivin’ a car without a title
I’m whippin’ through rush hour Charlotte traffic in a spyder
Slide up on ya bitch like a race car driver
Dive off in that pussy like a deep sea diver
Niggas from my hood know me from cheap cheap powder
But niggas on your block say you’se a real weak coward
[Hook]
High five, low five
I left them niggas hangin’ they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides
High five, low five
I left them bitches hanging they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Come go to Gucci World cause I got nine rides

[Verse 2]
Fuck yo jam of the week I got grams on the street
So much money gave metro a hundred grand for the beat
So much ice around my bezel you can’t see, the Patek
I’m Felipe, in Felipe’s, with a freak, she petite
From the beach, to the street, from the street, to the suite
Put my bone in her mouth told her bon appétit
I done sold so many keys they should deport me to Belize
Cause I’m shining on these niggas like a desert with no trees
From the hat on my head to the shoes on my feet
Every garment on my body it come from overseas
In them ‘partments I was raised I sold like 50,000 P’s
You want Gucci on your song, that’s at least a hundred G’s

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[Hook]
High five, low five
I left them niggas hangin’ they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides
High five, low five
I left them bitches hanging they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Come go to Gucci World cause I got nine rides

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Gucci Mane

Respect Me (Feat. Rick Ross) – Gucci Mane

Lirik lagu: Respect Me (Feat. Rick Ross)

[Hook]
Nigga gon respect me, Nigga best respect me
Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me
Nigga gon respect me, Nigga best respect me
Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me

Nigga gon respect me, Nigga best respect me
Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me
Nigga gon respect me, Nigga best respect me
Cuz ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Ain’t another nigga like me
I know these hoes don’t like me
RPT’s for your whole family
Cuz your best friend tried to trap me
The world game is so slimy
But all my niggas are grimy
I cut real strutted violin
Beefin over, so icy
Blood all over my Nike’s
Man, I’m fucking your wifey
Gucci Mane, I’m not Hify
So don’t jump around me
King of the streets, gon crown me
Like Cliff Loutter woulda doubt me
Got a white girl like Ice T
Figure white bricks in the SUV
Drug dealers will consign me
Brick Squad, yea we violent
Catch catchers turn silent
Twitter bad bitches are the problem, ported
Came by the jail and I started back ballin
Phone gotta charge cuz the hoes keep callin
Read about you’s, cutting beef and broccoli
And I’m the first nigga to say trapaholic

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Facing double life, my nigga went to trial
Think he getting out, my nigga in denial
Gave his bitch the Benz just to get around
Quarter millie on his lawyer, money baggin down
Top off of dome, squares off of my trone
Fuck talkin on phones already know what my dog want
I push a button and them killers coming
Disrespect me? Niggas get nothing
Seeing 50 keys, started from a crumb
Mad brag, G waggin, ridin through the slums
I could take a penny, flip it to a dollar
You will never disrespect me on my red Impala

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[Hook]

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Robbed – Gucci Mane

[Hook]
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain’t ashamed to say I got robbed
It’s a beautiful day, someone gon’ get robbed
They ridin’ ’round looking for people to rob
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain’t ashamed to say I got robbed
It’s a beautiful day, someone gon’ get robbed
They ridin’ ’round looking for people to rob
Rob!

[Verse 1]
I still think about the day that I was robbed
Young and invincible, I thought that I was hard
But ain’t no games getting played in Mountain Park (nope)
That shit get ugly down there like Bubba Sparxxx
They’ll take the food off your plate and you’ll starve
In East Atlanta even robbers getting robbed
Them niggas hungry and they need a meal card
They make a kingpin get a real job
I done robbed niggas, I done got robbed
I done sold soft, and I done sold hard
I done got away, and I done got caught
So if I’m crazy, then it ain’t my fault
[Hook]
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain’t ashamed to say I got robbed
It’s a beautiful day, someone gon’ get robbed
They ridin’ ’round looking for people to rob
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain’t ashamed to say I got robbed
It’s a beautiful day, someone gon’ get robbed
They ridin’ ’round looking for people to rob
Rob!

[Verse 2]
I remember when I hit my first lick (first lick)
Door came off with the first kick (first kick)
I had a chick named Angel so thick
She watched me come up from a crumb to a brickk
I know that karma is a bitch, real shit (huh)
But I don’t rob one nigga, I rob cliques
The niggas I came up with got no sense (no sense)
Break in your house, ask them they don’t know shit (no)
They snatch you up and make you call your folks
And tell them go and get all your dough
Don’t bring em to em, then your throat slit
Man I ain’t playin’ no games, my four slick

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[Hook]
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain’t ashamed to say I got robbed
It’s a beautiful day, someone gon’ get robbed
They ridin’ ’round looking for people to rob
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain’t ashamed to say I got robbed
It’s a beautiful day, someone gon’ get robbed
They ridin’ ’round looking for people to rob
Rob!

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