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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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Pour Some More – Gucci Mane

Hook: (x2)
The bitches on the stage I’mma keep tipping
The pints on deck I’mma keep sipping!
Roll up, roll up, hold up, hold up
I’m so froze up, I might throw up
Crack a seat and pull forward,
Kill that crack and pour some more, pour some more.

I’m walking retros with the cargos
I sip so many drinks, I need a bar code
All the vatos in the hood they call me Pablo
Cause I can cook a half a kilo with my eyes closed.
I’m in my Lambo Murcielago
But what’s ironic to me is the fact I drive slow.
I try to put my dick so deep and touch your torsos,
I’m just an OG in the hood just like your uncle.
And I shit on these niggas like a portable party
And a brand new Bugatti makes us ride in narcotics.
Young nigga super cocky and my verse is …
Crazy paint on the… that look like henna hypnotic.

Hook: (x2)
The bitches on the stage I’mma keep tipping
The pints on deck I’mma keep sipping!
Roll up, roll up, hold up, hold up
I’m so froze up, I might throw up
Crack a seat and pull forward,
Kill that crack and pour some more, pour some more.

Cooking dope and trust a tree, here I got the receipt
You’re still on niggas, so I never let you handle me.
Hotter than a candle… Cherokee
My new girlfriend is blackanese, and I run with a bunch of thieves.
Your baby momma send me in Lenox and tried to tackle me
I didn’t got so famous, I can’t even eat that Applebee’s
I don’t give a damn about no nigga say he outrapping
… drink in the truck, I want a stack a piece
Three nigga hoes in the room, they wanna stack a piece
It’s one hundred thousand just on my goons, come sip some ice with me
Two Ferraries parked on my house, who wanna race with me?
Pick the ticket, let’s see who wins to have a day with me?
(It’s Gucci!)

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Hook: (x2)
The bitches on the stage I’mma keep tipping
The pints on deck I’mma keep sipping!
Roll up, roll up, hold up, hold up
I’m so froze up, I might throw up
Crack a seat and pull forward,
Kill that crack and pour some more, pour some more.

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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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