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Lil Wop – Paid In Full (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Chorus: Lil Wop]
Woke up and I had a quarter million in my sleep, ay
First I bust a juug then I go get something to eat, ay
2k for me to talk, it’s 14k up in my teeth, ay
I’m a walking Draco, stick go everywhere with me, ay
Bought my bitch a purse cause she been mad at me for weeks, ay
She left her boyfriend cause that nigga was a cheapskate, ay
You ain’t thugging in these streets so what I say, you cannot relate, ay
Straight up out the trenches, nigga came up in the PJs

[Verse 1: Lil Wop]
Popping on the seat, ay, my niggas don’t beef, ay
Broad day pull up on your block, it’s a street sweep, ay
Shorty, i jumped off the porch, can’t leave, I’m in too deep, ay
Bitch bad as [?], she was good now she a freak, ay
Before I go to sleep, cause I know cops look after me, ay
Lost some niggas in these streets and I’ll be damned if that be me
Got some bluddas facing life and I just wish that they was free
I’ma do this shit for all my fallen, they a part of me (it’s Wop)
And forever I stay silent, naw, this fame ain’t changing me
Everybody that was with me, yeah, still they remain with me
I don’t know, you wasn’t down bad with me, you can’t hang with me, ay
Treat my gang just like family, they just like blood to me, ay

[Chorus: Lil Wop]
Woke up and I had a quarter million in my sleep, ay
First I bust a juug then I go get something to eat, ay
2k for me to talk, it’s 14k up in my teeth, ay
I’m a walking Draco, stick go everywhere with me, ay
Bought my bitch a purse cause she been mad at me for weeks, ay
She left her boyfriend cause that nigga was a cheapskate, ay
You ain’t thugging in these streets so what I say, you cannot relate, ay
Straight up out the trenches, nigga came up in the PJs

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Niggas ain’t seeing me, grind like there’s three of me
Crush these niggas easily, my jeweler keep on freezing me
My young niggas bust five for me, menace to society
Gucci Mane keep making money, haters keep on dying, man
Big Guwop, Lil Wop, we hot, we trapping out the frying pan
Red [?], kids like they just seen the fire man
1017 C.E.O, 187, you’re C.E.O
Pull up in a coupe you never seen before
And the doors open up like plane doors
Piped up, icing looking like I sell the white stuff
Bright chunks hanging out my fish like I’m your pastor
Gucci Mane, the lunatic, the old dirty bastard
Got Gucci Mane tatted on her tits, I never asked her

[Chorus: Lil Wop]
Woke up and I had a quarter million in my sleep, ay
First I bust a juug then I go get something to eat, ay
2k for me to talk, it’s 14k up in my teeth, ay
I’m a walking Draco, stick go everywhere with me, ay
Bought my bitch a purse cause she been mad at me for weeks, ay
She left her boyfriend cause that nigga was a cheapskate, ay
You ain’t thugging in these streets so what I say, you cannot relate, ay
Straight up out the trenches, nigga came up in the PJs

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

[Intro]
Yeah (yeah)
Woo (woo)
Can you hear me now?
Gucci, Wizop
Bangladesh

[Hook]
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales
They said Gucci havin’ bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
I heard Guwop got dem bales
I heard Gucci had dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Word is Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales

[Verse 1]
A hundred bales on the floor
Let’s have a marijuana war
Sellin’ this gas, countin’ this cash
Fuck, it’s 12 at the door
So many plants in this bitch it look like I live on a farm
So many lamps in this bitch it look like I’m trying to build a bomb
Me and my shooter, back of the Uber
Pull up with Buddha, that’s how we maneuver
If we don’t know ya, then we can’t serve ya
If you don’t pay me, then we gonna shoot ya
Gucci got 500 bags of OG’s and shit
Y’all niggas selling QP’s and shit
Got percs, loaded tabs, and PT’s and shit
And a nigga so rich, he don’t need this shit

[Hook]
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales
They said Gucci havin’ bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
I heard Guwop got dem bales
I heard Gucci had dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Word is Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales

[Verse 2]
Call me anything, but don’t call the cops on me
I fly private because I got the blocks on me
Check the trailer trunk, got a crop on me
I got a cartel kingpin watch on me
Sellin’ more weed than dispensaries
Broke niggas don’t make sense to me
So many mexicans bringing in the tree for me
I think Trump trying to build a fuckin’ fence for me
Pink diamonds on my ring, stick my finger in her pussy
Big Guwop, I’m the bully of the bully
Got bales of the cookie, well connected with the [?]
Not the [?], not the [?], now you lookin’ like a junkie
You an errand boy, I’m gonna treat you like a flunkie
And I ain’t from [?], but I been gettin’ money
You a small time nigga and you still gettin’ fronted
I’m across the street nigga, send the weed cross country

[Hook]
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales
They said Gucci havin’ bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
I heard Guwop got dem bales
I heard Gucci had dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Word is Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales

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Zaytoven – Guwop Home (feat. Young Thug) (Where Would The Game Be Without Me Mixtape) letras

[Intro: Young Thug]
Mike Willy with me nigga
Big Guwop home
We no longer miss you, yeah
I know Guwop home
We all no longer miss you

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Young Thug]
Dream, it’s a young nigga dream, yeah
Money talk like I’m Charlie Sheen, yeah (Wop)
I’m a blood but I got on blue jeans (it’s Wizzop)
Nigga act so tough it’s startin’ scene
In blue flame, yeah the trap god throwing green rain
Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range
Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean?
Old rich ass nigga, I got everything
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Rose gold watch, but my bottle pink gold
Three red hoes walking round in red rose
Can’t stay the night I’m not the type to be on Skype ho
Wrote me off, said that I was gone, that was a typo
Take a white girl out a trailer make her Iggy
Take a black bitch outta Magic make her Nicki
Pissy yellow Rollie, baby pissy in her feelings
My young bitches show respect they call me Mr. Millions
Brown skin chick and she love to wear purple
Her nails purple, lips purple, pussy hair purple
Big titty Amazon in my black Benz
I’m rich black man got a couple white friends

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Young Thug]
Dream, it’s a young nigga dream, yeah
Money talk like I’m Charlie Sheen, yeah
I’m a blood but I got on blue jeans
Nigga act so tough it’s startin’ scene
In blue flame, yeah the trap god throwing green rain
Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range
Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean?
Old rich ass nigga, I got everything

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My teeth white like a toilet tissue
Stop the cappin’, boy you know you miss her
We hit the lobby then we saw you kiss her
Lil mama crazy she gon’ try to kill you
I got the weed, bring the molly with you
I got the syrup, bring the Jolly Ranchers
You talk to 12 we gon’ off your body
You tripping boy you need some knowledge in you
Boss man from the 1248
For the clan, nigga 12, 40 plays
Living good, everyday my birthday
Pockets full of money, Master P, ay
National bid day
Free the Wop nigga, National Siblings Day
Call the dentist day
Pull up to the public, come and see the bae
Run it up to the top
Get out and ran it back to the top
Flood your ear, your neck, your wrist, your fingers
And put it all on rocks
Say Guwop home and yeah it’s official, grab some tissues
What’s wrong with you?

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Young Thug]
Dream, it’s a young nigga dream, yeah
Money talk like I’m Charlie Sheen, yeah
I’m a blood but I got on blue jeans
Nigga act so tough it’s startin’ scene
In blue flame, yeah the trap god throwing green rain
Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range
Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean?
Old rich ass nigga, I got everything (It’s Gucci)

[Outro: Young Thug]
Big Guwop home
We no longer miss you
I know Guwop home
We no longer miss you, hey
I can’t wait
Run it up to the top
Get it out and ran it back to the top
Flood your ears, your neck, your wrist, your fingers
And put it all on rocks
Say Guwop home and yeah it’s official, grab some tissues