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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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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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