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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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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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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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All About the Money (Feat. Rick Ross) – Gucci Mane

Lirik lagu: All About the Money (Feat. Rick Ross)

[Gucci]
I’m on my way to see my po
I ain’t talkin bout probation office
Talkin bout my po partner just sent me 3 million dollars
(what the fuck that mean nigga?)
All my hoes go to the beauty parlor
Bought my ma a house today
Ill buy my auntie one tomorrow
I just left the phantom lot
I didn’t do no paper work
300 k my paper work just like the new boys Im a jerk
You bring your girl you’ll finish her
Cuz like R kelly im a flirt
I got work like bape n dem ghetto boy like facin em
It aint no mistaken him
Hottest boys out drake n him
Me juice mane and whaka n dem
Ride around with choppas pimp
So how the hell you chop or flip you water bluffin water whimp
Theres no land next to gucci money just ask whak and shock n dem

Early buzz at the door (word)
My country boys they want some more (birds)
Early in the mornin
Later in the evenin
Im all about that money man even when im sleeping

Im all about that money
Don’t make me send my goons to gunnin
Im all about that money
Don’t make me send my goons to gunnin

[Rick Ross]
All about my money nigga run with my monopoly
Money my philosophy
Cocaine on my property
Yeah that bitch a stripper but there so much she can offer me
Gave me the connect he send me 77 off for me
Money build my confidence
Shawty show your compitence
Before I get another bitch cause I be on some other shit
Higher than a mother ship
Louie in my 7 trae
Gucci in my other shit
Gucci pass the other day
30 rounds then ima hittem
I can make a hummer flip
I can make 100 flip
Thats one bahama trip
Make your moma strip
Im bout that dead prez
So for the bread I make you play a game of simon says

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Early buzz at the door (word)
My country boys they want some more (birds)
Early in the mornin
Later in the evenin
Im all about that money man even when im sleeping

Im all about that money
Don’t make me send my goons to gunnin
Im all about that money
Don’t make me send my goons to gunnin

[Gucci]
Like batman robbin we be floggin mobbin inside Aston martins
Beg your pardon gucci darlin
More check than a check-o-slovin
Whats your mother fuckin problem?
Ross and gucci ima rob em
How you ganna rob the robbers?
These home boys got too much armor
We got so much jewelry on
We just make your vision dizzy
Give your ass a charm and watch it make your fingers pissin

[Rick Ross]
Damnit boi im spillin krissy yellow bitches blowin kisses ricky ross about them digits on the stage or in the kitchen

Early buzz at the door (word)
My country boys they want some more (birds)
Early in the mornin
Later in the evenin
Im all about that money man even when im sleeping

Im all about that money
Don’t make me send my goons to gunnin
Im all about that money
Don’t make me send my goons to gunnin

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