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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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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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PacMan (Feat. Waka Flocka Flame) – Gucci Mane

Lirik lagu: PacMan (Feat. Waka Flocka Flame)

[Intro]
Yeahhhhhhh
It’s Gucci (Flocka) Flocka!!
(BRR) Ferrari Boyz in the building
Vrooom vroom vroom vroom vroom vroom
Catch up!!

[Chorus 2X: Gucci Mane]
Everybody know I got a sack man
I got the whole hood shoppin when the pack in
You never mix business, with new friends
All black Benz, you can call it Pac-Man

[Waka Flocka Flame]
25 to 10, 9 and the fo’-five on me (pop pop pop pop)
I don’t need no co-D, do it by my lonely
(CB4) gangsters, man they so (Gusto)
24/7 all I do is hustle
Old folks in the hood call me demon
Triple cup styrofoam, I sip lean man
Straight slow slippin, man my finger itchy
I been rappin for three years man I need a mission
Young boys on that Grove Street man they trappin hard
Hit the club, 50 deep, fuck a bodyguard
They say Waka Flocka, always startin riots
Get money good, motherfuck a dyin

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
I’m the Pac-Man, but it’s not Adam Jones
Bitch it’s Gucci Mane, double cup my styrofoam
I’m on it like I want it, I make you think your house was on it
I got blocks, plus everybody in here want it
Me and Wak’ Flock’, come from the block, straight drop a whole block
Chop it up then serve the block, call it hip-hop
Pac-Man with bags of loud and bags of kush I’m bankin
I just got, ’bout 50 in, and I broke ’em down to onions
I’m servin, or splurgin, you snitchin, you workin
I drop off, on purpose, yo’ cook-ups, are worthless
I’m searchin, who’s lurkin, you jerkin, I’m turfin
I just got the pack in, so call me to purchase

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[Chorus]

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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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