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Gucci Mane – Floor Seats

November 4, 2016

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[Intro: Gucci Mane & Quavo]
Fuck boys in the wrong lane
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Wop, Wop, yeah

[Hook: Quavo]
50,000 on the dice game (cash-cash)
Fuck boys in the wrong lane (skrt-skrt-woah-skrt)
All my niggas know is gang bang (gang-gang)
Free my niggas in the chain gang (free, fuck 12, ay)
Got 2 hoes counting everything (scammers)
They get floor seats to everything (ay, yeah)
Floor seats at the Barclays (ay, yeah)
No penny from a young nigga, Penny Hardaway (ay)
Yeah yeah
I bought my bitch a Rollie now I got these hoes jealous
Yeah yeah
If we go our separate ways, bitch you might as well sell it
Bitch!

[Verse 1: Gucci]
Breakfast in bed, man I sleep with the bread
Went to sleep in a cell then woke up in a jet
Nothing gets me erect like when I cash a check
Look at my wrist and my neck, I’d rather pay for sex
Gucci and Quavo like Steph and Klay, we the splash brothers
Jewelry so flavorful, check out Fader, the last cover
Designers clash, designer frames, expensive glass
I’m thinking about fall fashion, these rappers falling fast
I ball so hard I make an ex-baller think bout the past
This bitch leave me then that bitch just went from riches to rags
I’m too bold to brag and I might be too old to sag
And I just bought a Rolls cause I’m too cold to buy a Jag

[Hook: Quavo]
50,000 on the dice game (cash-cash)
Fuck boys in the wrong lane (skrt-skrt-woah-skrt)
All my niggas know is gang bang (gang-gang)
Free my niggas in the chain gang (free, fuck 12, ay)
Got 2 hoes counting everything (scammers)
They get floor seats to everything (ay, yeah)
Floor seats at the Barclays (ay, yeah)
No penny from a young nigga, Penny Hardaway (ay)
Yeah yeah
I bought my bitch a Rollie now I got these hoes jealous
Yeah yeah
If we go our separate ways, bitch you might as well sell it
Bitch!

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Tell me the hood you come from, I pull up in a dun
These bitches starin’ so hard, you’d think they saw Lebron
Went from shooting dice in the slums to gambling at the Palms
My palms is itching so I know them millions bout to come
Be bout your business, if I want a bitch I buy me one
These niggas snitches, if you ain’t got a lawyer hire one
I got floor seats at the game, you know my money popping
I brought two bitches so bad that they even watching
Sat in the cage for three years, niggas ain’t send me nothing
I made a mil in a day, yeah that’s a lotta hustling
Say it’s 10 mil in the safe and they gon’ say you’re bluffing
Cause they don’t want you to ball, just want to see you struggling

[Hook: Quavo]
50,000 on the dice game (cash-cash)
Fuck boys in the wrong lane (skrt-skrt-woah-skrt)
All my niggas know is gang bang (gang-gang)
Free my niggas in the chain gang (free, fuck 12, ay)
Got 2 hoes counting everything (scammers)
They get floor seats to everything (ay, yeah)
Floor seats at the Barclays (ay, yeah)
No penny from a young nigga, Penny Hardaway (ay)
Yeah yeah
I bought my bitch a Rollie now I got these hoes jealous
Yeah yeah
If we go our separate ways, bitch you might as well sell it
Bitch!

[Outro: Quavo]
Floor seats at the Barclays
No penny from a young nigga, Penny Hardaway
I bought my bitch a Rollie now I got these hoes jealous
If we go our separate ways, bitch you might as well sell it


Gucci Mane – Floor Seats (feat. Quavo) letras

November 3, 2016

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[Intro: Gucci Mane & Quavo]
Fuck boys in the wrong lane
(Honorable C-Not)
Wop, Wop, yeah

[Hook: Quavo]
50,000 on the dice game (cash-cash)
Fuck boys in the wrong lane (skrt-skrt-woah-skrt)
All my niggas know it’s gang bang (gang-gang-gang)
Free my niggas in the chain gang (free, fuck 12, ay)
Got 2 hoes counting everything (scammers)
They get floor seats to everything (ay, yeah)
Floor seats at the Barclays (ay, yeah)
No penny from a young nigga, Penny Hardaway (ay)
I bought my bitch a Rollie now I got these hoes jealous
If we go our separate ways, bitch you might as well sell it

[Verse 1: Gucci]
Breakfast in bed, man I sleep with the bread
Went to sleep in a cell then woke up in a jet
Nothing gets me erect like when I cash check
Look at my wrist and neck, I’d rather pay for sex
Gucci and Quavo like Steph and Klay, we the splash brothers
Jewelry so flavorful, check out Fader, the last cover
Designers clash, designer frames, expensive glass
I’m thinking about fall fashion, these rappers falling fast
I ball so hard I make an ex-baller think bout the past
This bitch leave me, then that bitch just went from riches to rags
I’m too bold to brag and I might be too old to sag
And I just bought a Rolls cause I’m too cold to buy a Jag

[Hook: Quavo]
50,000 on the dice game (cash-cash)
Fuck boys in the wrong lane (skrt-skrt-woah-skrt)
All my niggas know it’s gang bang (gang-gang-gang)
Free my niggas in the chain gang (free, fuck 12, ay)
Got 2 hoes counting everything (scammers)
They get floor seats to everything (ay, yeah)
Floor seats at the Barclays (ay, yeah)
No penny from a young nigga, Penny Hardaway (ay)
I bought my bitch a Rollie now I got these hoes jealous
If we go our separate ways, bitch you might as well sell it

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Tell me the hood you come from, I pull up in a dun
These bitches starin’ so hard, you’d think they saw Lebron
Went from shooting dice in the slums to gambling at the Palms
My palms is itching so I know them millions bout to come
Be bout your business, if I want a bitch I buy me one
These niggas snitches, if you ain’t got a lawyer hire one
I got floor seats at the game, you know my money popping
I brought two bitches so bad that they even watching
Sat in the cage for three years, niggas ain’t sending nothing
I made a mil in a day, yeah that’s a lotta hustling
Say it’s 10 mil in the safe and they gon’ say you’re bluffing
Cause they don’t want you to ball, just want to see you struggling

[Hook: Quavo]
50,000 on the dice game (cash-cash)
Fuck boys in the wrong lane (skrt-skrt-woah-skrt)
All my niggas know it’s gang bang (gang-gang-gang)
Free my niggas in the chain gang (free, fuck 12, ay)
Got 2 hoes counting everything (scammers)
They get floor seats to everything (ay, yeah)
Floor seats at the Barclays (ay, yeah)
No penny from a young nigga, Penny Hardaway (ay)
I bought my bitch a Rollie now I got these hoes jealous
If we go our separate ways, bitch you might as well sell it

[Outro]
Floor seats at the Barclays (ay, yeah)
No penny from a young nigga, Penny Hardaway (ay)
I bought my bitch a Rollie now I got these hoes jealous
If we go our separate ways, bitch you might as well sell it


Gucci Mane – Floor Seats Lyrics

November 3, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane & Quavo]
Fuck boys in the wrong lane
(Honorable C-Not)
Wop, Wop, yeah

[Hook: Quavo]
50,000 on the dice game (cash-cash)
Fuck boys in the wrong lane (skrt-skrt-woah-skrt)
All my niggas know it’s gang bang (gang-gang-gang)
Free my niggas in the chain gang (free, fuck 12, ay)
Got 2 hoes counting everything (scammers)
They get floor seats to everything (ay, yeah)
Floor seats at the Barclays (ay, yeah)
No penny from a young nigga, Penny Hardaway (ay)
I bought my bitch a Rollie now I got these hoes jealous
If we go our separate ways, bitch you might as well sell it

[Verse 1: Gucci]
Breakfast in bed, man I sleep with the bread
Went to sleep in a cell then woke up in a jet
Nothing gets me erect like when I cash check
Look at my wrist and neck, I’d rather pay for sex
Gucci and Quavo like Steph and Klay, we the splash brothers
Jewelry so flavorful, check out Fader, the last cover
Designers clash, designer frames, expensive glass
I’m thinking about fall fashion, these rappers falling fast
I ball so hard I make an ex-baller think bout the past
This bitch leave me, then that bitch just went from riches to rags
I’m too bold to brag and I might be too old to sag
And I just bought a Rolls cause I’m too cold to buy a Jag

[Hook: Quavo]
50,000 on the dice game (cash-cash)
Fuck boys in the wrong lane (skrt-skrt-woah-skrt)
All my niggas know it’s gang bang (gang-gang-gang)
Free my niggas in the chain gang (free, fuck 12, ay)
Got 2 hoes counting everything (scammers)
They get floor seats to everything (ay, yeah)
Floor seats at the Barclays (ay, yeah)
No penny from a young nigga, Penny Hardaway (ay)
I bought my bitch a Rollie now I got these hoes jealous
If we go our separate ways, bitch you might as well sell it

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Tell me the hood you come from, I pull up in a dun
These bitches starin’ so hard, you’d think they saw Lebron
Went from shooting dice in the slums to gambling at the Palms
My palms is itching so I know them millions bout to come
Be bout your business, if I want a bitch I buy me one
These niggas snitches, if you ain’t got a lawyer hire one
I got floor seats at the game, you know my money popping
I brought two bitches so bad that they even watching
Sat in the cage for three years, niggas ain’t sending nothing
I made a mil in a day, yeah that’s a lotta hustling
Say it’s 10 mil in the safe and they gon’ say you’re bluffing
Cause they don’t want you to ball, just want to see you struggling

[Hook: Quavo]
50,000 on the dice game (cash-cash)
Fuck boys in the wrong lane (skrt-skrt-woah-skrt)
All my niggas know it’s gang bang (gang-gang-gang)
Free my niggas in the chain gang (free, fuck 12, ay)
Got 2 hoes counting everything (scammers)
They get floor seats to everything (ay, yeah)
Floor seats at the Barclays (ay, yeah)
No penny from a young nigga, Penny Hardaway (ay)
I bought my bitch a Rollie now I got these hoes jealous
If we go our separate ways, bitch you might as well sell it

[Outro]
Floor seats at the Barclays (ay, yeah)
No penny from a young nigga, Penny Hardaway (ay)
I bought my bitch a Rollie now I got these hoes jealous
If we go our separate ways, bitch you might as well sell it


Soulja Boy & Bow Wow – Intro (Ignorant Shit Mixtape) letras

October 27, 2016

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[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Hit the pot with the fork
Scrape the cocaine just like an egg yolk
Slam dunk a brick just like I’m on a court
Feeling like John Gotti walking out the court
Broke my wrist when I jumped out the gym
Balling hard like I’m on ESPN
Pinky ring, hit me for the 10
Slide through the trap, Forgiato my rims
In the trap, let the story begin
’09, me and Guwop getting it in
Young rich nigga came up straight out the rip
2010, had to empty the clip
2011, .30 on my hip
2012, I’m on a private jet
’13, 30 M’s, what’s next?
’14, had a 100 M check
2015, nigga we made it
Jump out the gym and I went to Las Vegas
2016, came from trapping on Baby
Made 3M overseas, we gonna go to Australia
Me and Bow Wow all about paper
Stack up the money taller than skyscraper
Smoke up gelato, then I hit the vape
Hop in the Lambo, we stunt on the haters

[Verse 2: Bow Wow]
Yeah, yeah
Just bought a private jet
We don’t land at LAX
You know Bow get it popping
Shhh, rich niggas talking
Shut up nigga, let me speak mine
Been balling for a long time
You know hoes come and go, dog
Just like LeBron’s hairline
Kid Red in this bitch right
Wackstar here, Fruits up
Getting money with these white folks
Now now a nigga gotta suit up
In the building like I own it
Lamborghini doing donuts
Niggas talking like they want it
Bad bitches, yeah, we on them
Hop out the Wraith, young nigga knocking your bitch
Look at the stones on my wrist
Stripper parties in the suite at the Ritz
Forbes calling because they know niggas rich
We don’t make music for broke niggas
Only for rich niggas out getting money
I stay to myself, I keep shit on the low
And they say that I’m broke, boy, y’all funny
Still ball, I’m a Minute Made fan now
Still getting "Like Mike" checks in the mail now
Blowing big blunts, kush smoke in the air now
Young niggas in here turnt, we don’t pipe down
[Verse 3: Soulja Boy]
Young niggas turnt, we don’t pipe down
Posted on the block with the Glocks out
Posted on the block in the drop with Bow Wow
Pinky ring, 10 chain cost a 100 thou
Young rich niggas, yeah, we all about paper
Rollie my wrist, bust down on a hater
The niggas mad, just look at they faces
Went and spent 50 thousand for a bracelet
Posted on the block, I’m gripping
Serena Williams how I play with the racks like it’s tennis
Shoot this Draco just like Dennis the Menace
Standing in Zone 1, I’m serving the pigeons
Hit the p-jet with a hundred and fifty chickens
Drunk and testing, thought they say it’s finger licking
Knock out the plug, I ain’t leaving no witness
Sipping on Actavis, feeling the promethazine in my kidneys

[Verse 4: Bow Wow]
Club jumping because we in it
Niggas mad because we winning
Money coming by the boatloads
Fuck saving, we gonna spend it
Costa Mesa with your bitch
We just spent about a grit
Left nothing on the racks
We just fucking up Saks
Designer this, designer that
Always ten, we on the map
Speaking of the town, still the king of that
Homie, I’m just stating facts
Party at Jamie Foxx’s house
Fucking hoes on the couch
Never catching feelings with these bitches
Fuck them one time then kick them out
Been stunting since a jit
Red bottoms for the kicks
Switch the Rolly for the Cartier
Niggas balling, Penny Hardaway
Got a Gotti never drove it
Drive the Rover like it’s stolen
Diamonds came from Elliot the jeweler
So you know my neck and wrist is frozen
I just got a check, nigga
So I’m gonna flex, nigga
Got a driveway full of foreigns
I don’t drive Corvettes, nigga