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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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Drink Mud – Gucci Mane

[Chorus:]
All my get money bitches stand up
All my trap niggas put your hands up
Gucci man I’m so rubber band up
And my car so clean it get a A+
Black Maybach with the red guts
I’m a get money bitches stand up
All my trap niggas put your hands up
Gucci man I’m so rubber band up
And my car so clean it get a A+
Black Maybach with the red guts
Yellow diamonds for you pretty red shluts
Selling weed man I bring some more bud
I’m a mud drinker bitch I drank mud

[Verse 1:]
Call it whip it and flip it and zip it and kush it
Calling your girl like grammy the pussy
I’m up in the kitchen and pick up a cookie
You’re boyfriends a rookie that’s why he a pussy
I’m fucking you bad I don’t care who be looking
Stand on your porch and dare you to push me
Choppers on duty you don’t have to touch me
I’m the boss and the boss gets all the glory
Changing the game I’m remaining the same
Buy new car I’m changing the pash
Changing the motor and changing the goods
Changing the gurgle’s I’m pumping the pipe
A K A I’m cracking the seal those don’t know
I’m tracking the train
Thinking about money we thinking the same
Fly’s a bird and high’s a plane
Might hit the club in a black tuxedo
Who hoes coming with his your man Galvino
Beat flash who should look like torpedo
Owe it to a nino, smoking on guido
Might have a man but he not like me no
Looking bald out to exterior
On a boat way cocaine locreo
He might get money but not like me no

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[Chorus:]
All my get money bitches stand up
All my trap niggas put your hands up
Gucci man I’m so rubber band up
And my car so clean it get a A+
Black Maybach with the red guts
Yellow diamonds for you pretty red shluts
Selling weed man I bring some more bud
I’m a mud drinker bitch I drank mud

[Verse 2:]
Positiong myself and kushin my wealth
Hate no me that’s best for your health
Efin my wounds than efin my shoes
Efin em show me, efin my bills
Niggas they envy, they just pretending
Glasses are empty and bitches are friendly
Asses are sexy and titties are pretty
Niggas are hold up and bitches are silly
Watches are quarter my chain is a milly
I can’t lie all my hoes are so deadly
So I’m up on occasion than you think I was Diddi
Cases and cases and cases of blunts
Smoke like a hippie, drink like Britney
Walking in the club JB whole with me
Harder they try they can’t get rid me
Looking like I’m dreaming someone pinch me
Two shooters right by, they’re my henchmen
Gucci then came all same songs keep them
Left that hurt my people vibrating
And the paper in the hood keep on ringing
That lil chick that I met last weekend
Laughing and leaving I’m working on leaning
Swash or seed I could check on the season
Freshen’ the club making bitch stop creeping

[Chorus:]
All my get money bitches stand up
All my trap niggas put your hands up
Gucci man I’m so rubber band up
And my car so clean it get a A+
Black Maybach with the red guts
Yellow diamonds for you pretty red shluts
Selling weed man I bring some more bud
I’m a mud drinker bitch I drank mud

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The Definition (The Game Diss) – Gucci Mane

[Verse 1]
This nigga Game definition of a rap nigga
I’m not a lover or a fighter, I’m a trap nigga
On Twitter talking about you want to scrap nigga
Well I’ll knock you out and drag you to the trap nigga
The real deal Holyfield CTE killer
And I can’t lie I done robbed a lot of Cali niggas
I know some real OG’s in L.A nigga
Last time I checked I was the shit in the Bay nigga
A Sacramento nigga used to send the dope to me
Humble County kush my plug sent the smoke to me
CEO Gucci, Eazy-E my idol nigga
I heard your brother is a gangster, he not your brother nigga

[Verse 2]
The realest nigga in the rap game, hands down
You showing your ass nigga yeah you got your pants down
I’m talking M’s now not hundred grands now
I’ll take your life and you’ll never meet your grandchild
If you ever had a plug nigga stand up
If a nigga tried to rob you nigga man up
You ever ran off just to run your bands up
You ever went broke damn fuck the lights cut
These niggas would suck a nigga dick to make a hit record
I’ll never dick ride that’s why I’m a legend
I never snitched now time not even 60 seconds
Got so much street cred that these niggas disrespected

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ODog (Feat. Wyclef Jean) – Gucci Mane

Lirik lagu: ODog (Feat. Wyclef Jean)

[Intro/Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
I’m a thuuuuuuuug
Even though I wanna change my life and get it right
To the judge, I’m always gon’ be a thuuug
Like O-Dog, “Menace II Society”
They wanna see me undergrooooound
But I just bought a plane, hey, hey
Sky is the limit now; my jet just took off the ground now
And ain’t nobody gon’ stop my destiny, destiny, no no no
Ladies night – pop a bottle now
Cause the wear just came off now
From doin time in the penitentiaryyyy, yeah
And if you come from the ghetto and you feel like a champion
Let me see you put your hands up (put your hands up)
Put your hands up (put your hands up)
Put your hands up (put your hands up)
Put your hands up (put your hands up)

[Gucci Mane]
{?} beatin on my chick {?}
Feelin hipper than a hippie in a tye-dye shirt
Gucci Mane motherfucker and the earth my turf
Ice cold, buzz hotter than July 1st
Oooh, this the type of tune make a dime choose
He make it rain then I can make it monsoon
I buy a bitch out her contract, dumb stacks
Suckers sleepin on me Zantax, I’m deadly
I’m talkin Anthrax, the other side of the tracks
You know the Amtrak; multi-millionaire still rockin amulets
I was turnt up to the mess but now I’m past that
But now I’m past that
I move stealth, I’m gettin jealous of myself
Me and Wyclef and the swagger’s SoSoDef
Smoke pounds of that ‘dro ‘dro from out West
And I ain’t made at no one cause I’m oh so blessed
It’s Gucci

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[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
Tired of all these late nights, smoked out shit
Ain’t no mo’ leavin the club three or fo’ bad chicks
I ain’t goin to the lot, coppin no mo’ whips
I ain’t drinkin, all the pills, I’m all done, I quit
PSYYYYYYCH! I’m poppin wheelies with a dime on the bike
My baby right, she whispered in my ear tonight is the night
I’m higher than a kite, bright ice, in need of a light
Pilot lighter light it homey as I lean to my stripe
Ye ain’t freshest out here, ye ain’t ballin like me
Baby talk can’t comprehend, talkin foreign to more
Purple label, Polo, Revlon on me
I’m the big homey, you a big phony (well damn!)
Makin movies in the V.I.P. I need a Tony
Gucci Mane Tarantino with the tenderonis
Pour 80 bottles in her face, now she dancin on me
She know she dancin with a star them diamonds dancin on me
It’s Gucci

[Chorus]

[Outro]
It’s Gucci

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