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Fifth Harmony – Down (feat. Gucci Mane)




[Intro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Lauren]
I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kind of situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

[Pre-Chorus: Dinah]
When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 2: Normani]
You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth the wait

[Pre-Chorus: Ally & (Lauren)]
When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’ma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cells is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make ’em mad, feel like you won a trophy

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani & Lauren & {Normani} & Dinah]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down {down, down, down, down}
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (long as you’re lovin’ me, boy)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you




Jandro – Play Too Much




[Intro]
It’s Gucci 1017 zone CEO
Hand to hand

[Hook]
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much

[Verse 1]
Got my girl trippin’ sayin’ I’m cookin’ yay too much
Count so much paper I’m gettin’ paper cuts
And the watch around my wrist cost a mercedes truck
Standin’ on stage I smoke like eighty blunts
Two hundred fifty thousand just to tell the time
I paid that bitch a stack so I could jump the line
Gave the waitress three hundred just to pour the shots
Picture perfect how I hold the pot (skrt)
You niggas couldn’t beat me on your best day
Drop a kilo on your head make your neck break (dang)
I sent 500 pounds up top where the Jets play
I count five hundred thousand down here where the Braves stay

[Hook]
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much

[Verse 2]
Shawty got a nice face, take her to a nice place
Brand new ‘rari watch me park it in a tight space
Engine in my backpack, pussy nigga back back
Pullin’ up in what’s that, that’ll get you laughed at
Call me billy bathgate eating crab cake
No this not a math test but I got stacks bae
Guess its just my gangster demeanor
Keep me just gettin’ subpeona
Tryna fuck Venus and Serena, Rebok, Nina, [?]
Accurate I’m immaculate
I’m a bachelor, you an average bitch, doin’ average shit
I can’t stand a bitch [?]
My click is thick I’m nigga rich
Yo swag stink like a sack of shit
I’m the president, it’s evident
Bricks and pounds all in my residence

[Hook]
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much


Young Dolph – That’s How I Feel (feat. Gucci Mane)


[Intro: Young Dolph]
It’s Dolph
It’s Gucci
It’s Dolph

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Own a big house and it’s full of bad bitches
I’m just sayin’, can a young nigga live?
2 million worth of cars parked in the front yard
But want another Rolls Royce, that’s how I feel
For 100 shots, I heard you paid 100 stacks
Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back
For the new coupe, I paid 400 flat
Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back
Sittin’ in the truck, smokin’ on a blunt
Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shooting
You think I’m goin’ out like Pac and Biggie, you must be stupid
The millions keep callin’ my phone and I’m headed straight to it

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Only Gucci, twin Ks, I just made the front page
Please stay out my lane, mane ’cause I got road rage
Fresh up out the cage, I’m the jack of all trades
And you suckers can’t kill me, I’ma die of old age
Put your hands on Gucci, then I’m jumpin’ off stage
Choppa’ll turn a nigga dreads to a high top fade
Call me drop top Wop, I’m in a hard top Wraith
‘Bout to roll the motor down and start throwin’ out grenades
Nigga, this is how you feel when you walk up out the jail
And walk up in that bank and tell ’em give you 20 mil
And this is how she feel when you do her hair and nails
And dick so good, she can’t keep it to herself

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bills
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel


Natasha Mosley – Drunk (feat. Gucci Mane)


[Intro: Natasha Mosley & Gucci Mane]
Whoop that ass
Gucci
Aw yeah, yeah
Wop
Mmm
It’s Gucci, burr, burr
Dodge

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I just want you to fuck me like you need me
Text me when you leave me
Bein’ with him hard as hell
But bein’ with me is easy
Breezy, freaky
Get excited when you see me
Touch me, tease me
Get mad when you can’t reach me
Gucci Mane and Tasha
And Zaytiggy and the beazzie
Tasha, you so sexy, fly
You out like every weekend
I’m diggin’, she reachin’
I’m climbin’, she peekin’
I expect grown folks to hate on us
Girl, everybody’s peepin’
I’m not so gangsta that I can say
I love the way she slingin’
Gucci Mane a money man
Look at all the cash I’m bringin’
I will show you like 200 thou
And that’s just on one pinkie
Girl, you got me feelin’ drunk
And I’m not even drinkin’

[Hook: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’

[Verse 2: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you makin’ all the flips
We takin’ shoppin’ trips
Coppin’ drops and shit
Both got rocks on wrists, got rocks on fists
Ooh we ain’t even worried ’bout these bitches
Droppin’ hits, ain’t got a pot to piss
Her man no boyfriend until my partner quit
Relockin’ this
Just don’t be makin’ promises you won’t keep, baby
Time for you to show how much you want me, baby
Pick me up and put me where you want me, baby
I ain’t had your love yet, so don’t leave, baby
What that I like
Just here without you and I knew it
It feel like a knife
Just the type I like
And you so fine, you make it my mind
Just at 3 clock in the mornin’ when you hungry
This that I gotta have it, your one and only
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’

[Outro: Natasha Mosley & Gucci Mane]
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Wop
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Gucci
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Burr
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Burr
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
I want your love
I want your love


Gucci Mane – Ever (3 For Free Mixtape)


[Intro: Shawty Redd & Gucci Mane]
It’s 2017 nigga
Welcome home ‘wop, blurr
Shawty Redd, new bitch nigga, y’all niggas motherfuck’ at?
Pyrex pot
East Atlanta, Zone 6
Trap house
Nigga where y’all think this shit started from, nigga
It’s Gucci
Ay Guc’, welcome home my nigga, I salute to you my nigga
Ay, hol’ up

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Let me take you back to my Shawty Redd days
Just sold ten bales, pulled up to the club blazed
In an all-red Charger with some with some on-set trays
Hittin’ on all-red kush, got on all-red J’s
Got a trap house in the 6 with a 12-foot fence
I’m Guwop the walkin’ lick but can’t nobody take shit
Had to shut the trap down, the red Dolce’s hit
Had to crack it back up, the red dogs ain’t shit
See your pack just touched, everybody want bricks
So you can tell the black cats they can suck my dick
It’s just a Sun Valley nigga, I’m had tryna get rich
I killed your dog yesterday, you can call me Mike Vick
Say you never met a killer, then you never met me
Hold up, hold up, they done let the ‘wop free
Hold up, hold up, he say he want a hundred keys
Well pull up, pull up, none for you and more for me

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Gucci how you feel, like the richest nigga ever
Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest nigga ever
Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, nigga never fuckin’ ever
This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin’ ever
Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin’ ever
Let a nigga press me, I would never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)
They say never say never but I never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Don’t go with my main squeeze, she ain’t gotta fuck me
But bitch ain’t never met a nigga that can hustle like me
And you’ll never meet a nigga with a duffel like me
With the money and the mind and the muscle like me
I done rob so many niggas I can’t even trust me
Gotta walk in with the strap, they can never search me
Call me Gucci the unmercable, they’ll never merc me
I just bought a new convertible, they’ll never touch me
I hate mice, I hate rats, nigga that’s my pet peeve
I throw stacks, I shoot dice, nigga I’m so side street
If you ain’t ’bout lettin’ that pistol go, don’t stand beside me
Said Guwop ain’t got eight figures, I feel like you’re tryin’ me
‘Wop

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Gucci how you feel, like the richest nigga ever
Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest nigga ever
Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, nigga never fuckin’ ever
This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin’ ever
Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin’ ever
Let a nigga press me, I would never fuckin’ ever
They say never say never but I never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)


Gucci Mane – Drove U Crazy (feat. Bryson Tille) (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)


[Intro]
It’s Gucci
Tiller!
Brr Brr Brr

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Pull up in a lamb, it’ll drive you crazy
Had to cut her off cause the bitch too lazy
She wanna ride the wave, but my waves too wavy
And your car too slow, you need to drive Miss Daisy
Jumped out the feds like "Fuck You, pay me"
Got her foaming mouth like the bitch got rabies
Got me running out the spot like the spot got raided
Cause I’m so much different then the nigga you dated
Smiling in the camera like bitch I made it
Big Guwop got the whole club faded
Got a bitch so bad that my ex bitch hate it
Tell me how you feel when you see me skatin’
Nah, you don’t call me baby
We ain’t finna go to the mall Ms. Lady
Standing tall Ms. Lady like can you take it all Ms. Lady
Can you take it off Ms. Lady
Never get a love like this
Never ever ever meet a thug like this
Never met a plug like this
Never seen a nigga in the club like this
Never hug like this
Never pour Ace of Spades in the tub like this
Never got drunk like this
Or beat from the back on the rug like this

[Hook: Bryson Tiller]
What?
Tell ’em how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy you drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them
Talk about them lies you told me
Talk about true colors you showed me
Talk about them, what?
Tell ’em how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy you drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them
Talk about them lies you told me
Talk about true colors you showed me
Talk about them

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
Aye lil mama say she fuck with me tough yeah
Aye lil mama say she fuck with me tough yeah
Her ex boyfriend’s words cut deep
Aye, Young Tiller in the cut, yeah
Aye, Young Tiller goin’ up, yeah
At your head with it upper cut, yeah
I’m still on the motherfuckin’ come up
But y’all already know where I’m from, yeah
Straight from the 502 hey
Southside Dirty I crew hey
Now they wanna show my moves, hey
Every little thing that I do and say
My old bitch said she need closure
I just think she wanna get closer
I just think she want some exposure
Tell people how crazy I drove her
Tell people all the dreams I sold her
I saw you cannot lean on my shoulder
I already got too many burdens
Most of them bout to give to my attorney
I got too many niggas in my face now
This ain’t the time nor place now
This for my niggas that stay down
Fuck all you niggas that wanna hate now

[Hook: Bryson Tiller]
What?
Tell ’em how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy you drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them
Talk about them lies you told me
Talk about true colors you showed me
Talk about them, what?
Tell ’em how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy you drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them
Talk about them lies you told me
Talk about true colors you showed me
Talk about them


Gucci Mane – Crash (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)


(Shutup)
Gucci

I let my pockets do the talkin’
I ain’t got nothin’ to say
And if that bitch ain’t pussy poppin’
Get the fuck out my face
And if you niggas ain’t talkin ’bout profit
Then yall ass in the way
LIL’ NIGGA
Talkin loud when he know he a lame

Claimin’ blood
Hell naw, boy you know you’s a dud
Fiendin cuz(?)
Hell naw, boy we know you’s a scrub
Where the love at?
Naw, man you gets no love
Cuz you a lame!
How the fuck you even get in the club?

I got insane young niggas and they trained to go
I point my fingers like a cross, and god send em to yo door
Man yall niggas ain’t no killas, man yall niggas some hoes
Man yall niggas ain’nt no dealers, man yall niggas some Js
I don’t blame you, i blame yo daddy. It was how you was raised

Should take this (?) belt and beat you with it
Like back in the day
You say that Gucci Mane is crazy and I say "I agree"
But they stole so much sauce that I heard their record
And thought it was me
It’s Gucci

LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(talkin trash nigga, but i just wanna crash)

Think you ahead of me nigga?
What you said to me nigga?
Talkin’ shit on the internet, you scared of me nigga?
I got 10 million put away, you can belittle me nigga
LIL NIGGA, dig yo grave I’ll bury yo ass with the figures

LIL NIGGA
I’m the one you wanted to grow up to be
LIL NIGGA
But you’ll never ever, ever be me
LIL NIGGA
Ask yo bitch i bet she say I’m the truth
Matter of fact I’m daydreamin’ about her right now in the booth

Ya Lil BITCH
Wanna crash? We can crash all night
200 rounds in my clip, we can blast all night
LIL BITCH
Speak softly and walk real light
I cut yo head off nigga, you know that plugs don’t fight
It’s Gucci

LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(talkin trash nigga, but i just wanna crash)


Gucci Mane – I Told You (feat. Young Thug) letras

November 2, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Wop, Wop, Woptober, Wop
Finally, this is the finale
It’s Gucci
Yeah, yeah, GOAT

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
These slides are Buscemi, my drawers and wifebeaters Givenchy
A nigga be handsome, these white women say that they want me
They say that I’m country but I’m number one in the country
It’s no need to tell me, I know you lil niggas is hungry
Mike Will and Zay beat, I’ma ride that bitch just like a 10 speed
My chick is a dime piece
I bought her some shoes that cost 10 G’s
These bitches is grimy, befriending my bitch to get round me
A nigga so shiny, they just wanna gawk at my timepiece
From the top and I’m not stopping till the money stop
I used to cook with several pots
But now my hands in several pots
You try to plot on ‘Wop, my goons gon’ play connect the dots
My knot so big it slap you cross your forehead and it left a knot

[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Now tell me the problem now
I cut that head like a barber now
They told me them boys are now
I’ma pull up on your war right now
The cops know we mobbing now
I’ma go end what you started now
We used to be dead broke
Now we gon’ do it real larger now
You know I’ma vet it
Gone but they sipping synthetic, ay
They told and you let ’em
These fuck niggas fake as their bezels, ay
My gold from Brazil
I got my shit out of treasure, ay
You gotta wrap the weed 10 times to smell it, ay
Cinderella smoking kush and cigarellos, hey
Get them birdies, let them fly without propellors, hey
Get the P, run up the door up, lift up and accelerate
Drive the Wraithy, when it rain for the umbrellas, ay

[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Burr, aha, it’s Gucci