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Gucci Mane New Album “El Gato” May Arrive By Year End


Gucci Mane drop his new album, Mr. Davis, in October and now he might drop his next project, El Gato, by the end of the year.

Gucci is known to drop a lot of project simultaneously so this move shouldn’t come as a surprise. About two weeks after dropping Mr. Davis, the Atlanta rapper announced his next album, El Gato: The Human Glacier, on Twitter. “I’m naming my next album #El Gato the #HumanGlacier I wanna make 10 mo million for my honeymoon #1017 #MrDavisTheAlbum,” he tweeted.

Sources around the production are saying that he is looking to drop the album before Christmas. “The album is coming possibly before Christmas and that’s a fact,” sources told us. “El Gato look out because it will be album of the year contender and some surprise guest will be on it. This will be a Christmas present for the fans.” Gucci Mane just renewed his contract with Atlantic Records for a whopping $10 million, so perhaps that was the $10 million he spoke of when he announced that album last month.

Gucci Mane has released 11 studio albums since 2005 and since his released from prison last year May he released four albums including a joint project with Metro Boomin, DropTopWop. Gucci has been laser focused on making his money this year and has even found a way to profit off his wedding by having it broadcast on BET live. Seems he also found a way to profit off his honeymoon.

I'm naming my next album #El Gato the #HumanGlacier I wanna make 10 mo million for my honeymoon #1017 #MrDavisTheAlbum

— Gucci Mane (@gucci1017) October 24, 2017

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Desiigner & PnB Rock Dropping A Joint Album Next Year


Desiigner and PnB Rock are on the verge of dropping a joint album.

Desiigner is currently working on his own upcoming album The Life Of Desiigner but so far there is no release date for the project. Now there are talks that he is working on a joint LP with PnB Rock. The Brooklyn rapper announced the project on Twitter a few days ago. “PNB AND DESIIGNER ALBUM… coming soon,” he tweeted. Desiigner has come under criticism from some rap fans recently who claimed that he dropped off. He responded on Instagram saying that he is far from dropped off.

“For all them haters out there man,” the rapper said while showing off his house and luxury car. “I don’t want to hear all that sh*t about Desiigner fell off, Desiigner never fell nowhere. I fell into a motherf***** mansion that I just bought in L.A., you know what am saying. Thank you to all my fans the album coming soon.”

The “Panda” rapper has been relatively quiet since score hit breakout hit single and a couple other notable collaborations. Earlier this year, he released a music video for his song with Gucci Mane, “Liife.” The “Tiimmy Turner” MC has been teasing his upcoming album and a mixtape for the past couple of months so naturally some fans are saying that they don’t believe that he will drop a project with PnB Rock anytime soon. So now its up to Desiigner to prove his haters wrong and drop something, whether it be his own personal project or this joint effort.

PnB Rock is currently gearing up to release his own debut album, Catch These Vibes, and earlier this year he released his GTTM: Going Thru The Motions mixtape. He then went on to get featured on XXL Freshman Class of 2017 which help further push his career this year.

PNB AND DESIIGNER ALBUM ???? ?? @pnbrock coming Soon

— Desiigner (@LifeOfDesiigner) November 8, 2017

#desiigner has some words for his haters

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Gucci Mane Gets $10 Million To Renew Atlantic Records Contract


Gucci Mane continues to bank paper this year with a $10 million deal with Atlantic Records to renew his contract.

The Atlanta rapper probably have the most impressive year of all the rappers on the planet. Gucci Mane walked out of prison in May last year a brand new man and the newness shined bright for the rest of last year and intensified this year. His Jamaican wife Keyshia Ka’oir has also been getting a lot of praise for helping the rapper turn his life around. “Thank You @AtlanticRecords for the 10 million dollar extension #ELGATOTheHumanGlacier I appreciate It sincerely,” Guwop wrote on Twitter.

Since leaving prison, Gucci Mane has been laser focused on making his paper and this new $10 million deal with Atlantic Records is just the latest episode of his money making spree. Guwop and Ka’oir have even found a way to profit off their wedding which aired live on BET and now they are planning to make more dough off their honeymoon.Ka’oir also revealed recently during an interview that she made $30 million from her cosmetic and fitness line.

Gucci Mane has been known to release a ton of new music in a short space of time. His new album Mr. Davis was released on October 13th this year and now he is already working on his next project, El Gato The Human Glacier. He didn’t reveal a release date for that project but it will be the first album on his new deal with Atlantic. “I feel like I’m a brand new artist working on his 1st album #ELGATOTheHumanGlacier,” he tweeted. Gucci Mane has released two mixtapes and three albums since his release from prison which is roughly a year and a half ago. He is also featured on a number of singles from other artists and they have all been hits.

Thank You @AtlanticRecords for the 10 million dollar extension #ELGATOTheHumanGlacier
I appreciate It sincerely

— Gucci Mane (@gucci1017) November 8, 2017

I feel like I'm a brand new artist working on his 1st album #ELGATOTheHumanGlacier

— Gucci Mane (@gucci1017) November 8, 2017

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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 Brother Angry He Or His Mon Wasn’t Invited To Wedding


Gucci Mane brother is furious at the rapper for not inviting he or he and Keyshia Ka’oir’s wedding.

Gucci Mane spent $1.7 million on his royal theme wedding and a lot of his celebrity pals were there to celebrate with his. But surprising his mother and his younger brother, Nate Davis, were not at the lavish affair in Miami on Monday night and now we are learning that they weren’t invited. Nate spoke with TMZ on Saturday where he said that he wanted to be there for his brother but never got the chance to.

“He didn’t let me go to the wedding,” Nate told TMZ live. “I’m happy for him. He went through hell to get to paradise where he at now. Me or my mom didn’t go. We still reflect on it. That’s just another chapter we have to close in our life… I feel real bad Ra [Radric] didn’t invite me to his wedding. I really wanted to be there for him. Just as a brother standpoint. Just to support you, guide you, however you need me to.”

Radric Davis is Gucci Mane’s government name. His brother Nate added that he has no idea why Guwop left him and their mother ghost and didn’t offer up any theory either. Gucci spend three years in prison before his released last year May and that’s when his life was transformed. We also know that his wife Keyshia Ka’oir supported him throughout his stint in prison and during a time when his life was spiraling out of control. “It’s hard because, I don’t know, she don’t know. Left us in…ghost,” Nate added.

Gucci Mane also has a new album out Mr. Davis that is doing very well. The rapper and his new bride also has a 10 part reality TV show on BET and part of the series broadcast his wedding live on Monday night on the network.

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Young Dolph Album “Thinking Out Loud” (Stream & Download)


Young Dolph new album “Thinking Out Loud” is now available for streaming and download on Apple Music.

Dolph announced the project last week following his release from the hospital for gunshot wounds. The rapper decided to take full advantage of the extra publicity he is now getting as a result of getting shot last month. Aside from recovering from his injuries, Young Dolph finds himself in the studio to lay down some new tracks for his new mixtape “Thinking Out Loud.”

The project comes with 10 tracks and features Gucci Mane, DRAM, Ty Dolla $ign, and 2 Chainz as guest features. Among the production credits, you will find names like Zaytoven, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Drumma, Mike WiLL Made-It, among others. The album comes on the heels of a shooting in Hollywood last month where Young Dolph was shot several times. An affiliate of Yo Gotti was arrested and charged with attempted murder.

Thinking Out Loud Tracklist:

1. “What’s the Deal” (prod. by DJ Squeeky)
2. “Pacific Ocean” (prod. by Teddy Walton, co-prod. by Aaron Bow)
3. “Point Across” (prod. by Zaytoven)
4. “Drippy” (prod. by Mike WiLL Made-It)
5. “Believe Me” (prod. by Cassius Jay)
6. “All of Mine” Feat. D.R.A.M. (prod. by OZ)
7. “Go Get Sum Mo” Feat. Gucci Mane, 2 Chainz & Ty Dolla $ign (prod. by Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
8. “Thinking Out Loud” (prod. by Buddha Bless)
9. “Eddie Cane” (prod. by Buddha Bless)
10 “While U Here” (prod. by Drumma Boy)

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Gucci Mane’s Wife Keyshia Ka’Oir Shot Back At Critics


Gucci Mane‘s wife Keyshia Ka’Oir is already feeling the hate on social media.

The couple tied the knot in a lavish wedding ceremony on Tuesday night in Miami. The $1.7 million wedding was broadcast live on BET and millions of fans tuned in. The couple are now on their honeymoon but Keyshia Ka’Oir had to deal with some social media trolls who started rumors about her having three kids in Jamaica. One female even posted a video on Twitter claiming that she is her sister and did not get an invitation to her wedding.

“I do not have three kids in Jamaica,” she tweeted, before adding in a second tweet, “I do not have a sister !!! I’m the only girl! I have 3 brothers and one is dead!.” Ka’oir was born in St. Thomas, Jamaica before migrating to the United States. Before she started dating Gucci Mane, she was a video model and head of her own cosmetic company.

Gucci Mane and Keyshia Ka’oir also landed their own reality TV show on BET and the wedding night premier of the show is now the number one cable series premiere so far this year. Guwop has been showering his new bride with gifts including a Rolls Royce Wraith and some expensive jewelries. Gucci proposed to Ka’oir last year at a Atlanta Hawks NBA game. The rapper planned the whole thing out including the time when the pair would appear on the jumbotron. The past year has been hugely successful for Gucci Man who has released four albums already since his release from prison last year. He also released his auto-biography last month to rave reviews.

I DO NOT HAVE THREE KIDS IN JAMAICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

— Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@KeyshiaKaoir) October 19, 2017

I DO NOT HAVE A SISTER !!! I'M THE ONLY GIRL! I HAVE 3 BROTHERS & ONE IS DEAD!

— Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@KeyshiaKaoir) October 19, 2017

Say what nowwwwwwww? pic.twitter.com/O2J4lnGDPb

— Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@KeyshiaKaoir) October 19, 2017

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Gucci Mane – Back On

Zone six
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
I’m just an East Atlanta nigga with a body on this belt
I done had a million beefs but I ain’t never call for help
I’ll take a nigga bricks and I done took a nigga reup
Put that pistol on your partner made him piss all on himself
Got your bitch so pissy drunk
That she done threw up on herself
‘Fore I send her back to you
She gon’ have Guwop on her breath
I’m the last real nigga left
I’m on an island by myself
I’m my only competition so I’m battling with myself
Facing prison, drug addiction
It’s like I’m battling with myself
I done shook up all my demons
Now I’m back to myself
You didn’t keep it real nigga so just keep it to yourself
Waiting on Gucci Mane to call you
Nigga better not hold your breath
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
These niggas faking like they happy but they mad I’m home
I’m the two K sixteen Al Capone
I slap a nigga with a strap and then I throw him a hunnid
He be like fuck going to trial, man just throw me the money
Can’t eat, can’t sleep, man I miss these skreets
Muhammad Ali and these skreets miss me
I went from trappin’ on the block to niggas trappin’ for me
I left the trappin’ went to rap thought you’d be happy for me
And then your jealousy turned to hate
And you wrote a statement on me
But when they let me out them gates
My bitch was waiting on me
See I ain’t mad at you homie, we ain’t got no beef
But I ain’t got no rat for you, I know you must love cheese
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back

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Gucci Mane Gave New Bride Keyshia Ka’oir A Rolls Royce


Gucci Mane has been showing his new bride Keyshia Ka’oir with gifts including a Rolls Royce Wraith.

The Atlanta rapper and his model girlfriend Keyshia Ka’oir, who is Jamaican by the way, got married in a lavish wedding ceremony in Miami on Tuesday night that was aired live on BET. The wedding reportedly cost north of $1.7 million and was fitted for the royal family. The couple received a ton of support from their celebrity friends and from Gucci’s massive fan base.

In the days leading up to the wedding, all eyes were on the stunning bride Keyshia Ka’oir who has been getting a lot of praise for helping Gucci Mane to turn his life around. For that loyalty, he gave her the wedding of her dreams and some expensive gifts like a Rolls Royce Wraith that cost $317,000 and some expensive jewelry. Gucci also got himself a matching Wraith and showed off the ultra expensive cars on his Instagram page.

A number of celebrities were in attendance at the couple’s wedding including Big Sean, Jhene Aiko, Lil Yachty and his mom, Rick Ross, 2 Chainz, Kim Zolciak-Biermann, Karrueche Tran, and Sean “Diddy” Combs.

His and Hers Guwop bought his wife a Wraith!

A post shared by Gucci Mane (@laflare1017) on Oct 16, 2017 at 6:38pm PDT

OMG!! My baby is the best!!! #NewWhipAlert tune in tmrw as our wedding airs live on BET at 10pm 10/17

A post shared by Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@keyshiakaoir) on Oct 16, 2017 at 6:47pm PDT

BFF's #TheWopsters?

A post shared by Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@keyshiakaoir) on Oct 18, 2017 at 6:35am PDT

Me & my husbandddddddddddddd?

A post shared by Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@keyshiakaoir) on Oct 17, 2017 at 9:48pm PDT

Happy Wife Happy Life

A post shared by Gucci Mane (@laflare1017) on Oct 18, 2017 at 6:40am PDT

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Gucci Mane Ft. A$AP Rocky – Jumped Out The Whip Lyrics


(Intro: Gucci Mane)
Huh, Gucci
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)
Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

(Verse 1: Gucci Mane)
We just rolled in the lot, hoe, hoe what you got?
Make a ni**a spend his last like a hole in his pocket
Ice on swole, swole overload, Jenny from the block
B*tch, I wanna enter every hole that you got
Sugar daddy Gucci Mane, I’m holding a knot
You can’t even fathom all the hundreds I got
I’ma give you money if you want it or not
A red droptop Phantom just swerved in the lot
Guwop got a sack, have you heard it or not?
And they gon’ fuck with Wop whether they nervous or not
Baby, is you gon’ give me the service or not?
‘Cause that’s a big factor if we splurging or not
Why your friend tryna’ block for? She know you a thot, hoe
It ain’t nuthin’ wrong with fucking Gucci on the top floor
Diamonds draped all over me, so drink me on the rocks
This b*tch so fucking nasty, I might buy this b*tch a watch

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)
Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

(Verse 2: A$AP Rocky)
Uhh, where she go? There she go
Perico straight from Mexico
Ten kilos, called up Federico
Ready, go, gave Wop some top like there he go
Word to grandaddy Q, came through, couple old hoes acting new
The clothes on bare back and new, the clothes he got on coming soon
I be living life cautious, keep it moving like motions
Keep it smooth, I’m like lotion, we’ve been swimmin like n’oceans
Why these ni**as like vultures? Dang, these b*tches got motives
So much Gucci on the loafers, I’ma turn into the spokesman
Oh, it go Wop linked up with the Mob
I say Guwop, let’s hit the block, linked up in Dubai

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)
Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

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Gucci Mane – Members Only

[Intro]
Honorable C-Note
Wizop

[Verse 1]
Fresher than a bitch
Hit the mall for the fit
And we fucking standing up
I’m standing tall in you bitch
I send them bullets at you nigga
I jump wall at you clique
When them shooters get them (pew pew)
Niggas calling the quits
Niggas running ducking falling and shit
Dont get involved with this shit
Because we all with this shit
Well I’m ballin’ I’m super lit
My net worth, I quadrupled it
This groupie chick so super thick
I might buy her new Louboutins
Ludacris, never sold dope I did it was lucrative
All these P’s, I’m cooking in
I never be broke again
I’ts a lot of yankees tryna live the life that Gucci live
They ain’t beat a murder charge or killed them folks that Gucci killed

[Hook]
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only yeah rich niggas only
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only yeah rich niggas only
Bad bitches only yeah this for the homies

[Verse 2]
Pulled up on Peter street the box, that’s where my heater be
My car was shipped from Germany
My clothes was shipped from Italy
Niggas envious they ridicule and belittle me
I was too generous, now I have no sympathy
I just built a mansion, solid gold on my amenities
Holmes he not no street nigga get him out the vicinity
I just bought a Phantom and put wood on the extremities
Man that bitch ain’t bad enough get her out this facility
Wake up every morning grinding like I’m hungry
Homeless and lonely coz I really want it
Hold up Gucci Mane run them bands up
But fuck that, this a stick up put your hands up

[Hook]
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only, yeah rich niggas only
Bad bitches only, yeah this for the homies
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only, yeah rich niggas only
Bad bitches only, yeah this for the homies

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Gucci Mane Album “Mr. Davis” (Stream & Download)


Gucci Mane new album Mr. Davis is now available on iTunes/Apple Music and Spotify for streaming and download.

The highly anticipated project was originally set for a September 15th release date but was pushed back three weeks due to production setbacks. Gucci said in a previous interview with MTV that he had planned on dropping the album on October 17th, but then decided to drop it a bit early because that is the day that he is getting married. Nevertheless, his fans will be happy to get their hands on his new body of work early.

The album Mr. Davis comes with 17 tracks with four of them released before the album drop. So far this year Gucci Mane released “I Get the Bag” featuring Migos, “Curve” featuring The Weeknd, “Tone it Down” with Chris Brown, and “Make Love” which features a killer verse from Nicki Minaj. Elsewhere on the album you can find Big Sean on the single “Changed,” Monica on “We Ride,” ScHoolboy Q on “Lil Story,” Ty Dolla $ign on “Enormous,” Slim Jxmmi and Young Dolph on “Stunting Ain’t Nuthin,” Rico Love on “Miss My Woe,” and A$AP Rocky on the single “Jumped Out the Whip.” So you will find a lot of features on the album.

This is the second album from Gucci Mane this year after dropping the collaborative effort DropTopWop with Metro Boomin in May. That project saw some guest verses from 2 Chainz, Young Dolph, Rick Ross, and Offset. That project also earned Guwop some rave reviews for the shared content of the album. While you’re still bumping DropTopWop, you can now add Mr. Davis to your Gucci Mane playlist.

You can now stream and download the Mr. Davis on iTunes/Apple Music and Spotify below.

Check out the full tracklist for the album Mr. Davis.

1. “Work in Progress (Intro)
2. “Back On”
3. “I Get the Bag” – (feat. Migos)
4. “Stunting Ain’t Nuthin” – (feat. Slim Jxmmi & Young Dolph)
5. “Curve” – (feat. The Weeknd)
6. “Enormous” – (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)
7. “Members Only”
8. “Money Make Ya Handsome”
9. “Changed” – (feat. Big Sean)
10. “We Ride” – (feat. Monica)
11. “Lil Story” – (feat. ScHoolboy Q)
12. “Tone It Down” – (feat. Chris Brown)
13. “Make Love” – (feat. Nicki Minaj)
14. “Money Piling”
15. “Jumped Out the Whip” – (feat. A$AP Rocky)
16. “Miss My Woe” – (feat. Rico Love)
17. “Made It (Outro)”

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Lil Pump – Iced Out Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yuh
Huh? Lil Pump, Lil Pump!
2-17 on the track!

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain, iced out ring
Yeah I feel like Gucci Mane, diamonds Aquafina, rain
I could pay your bitch a trip, Maseratis at the crib
She just love the way I drip, only wear designer kicks
Ayy, ayy, iced out chain, I’m a walkin’ Brinks truck
Keep my thang tucked, if I bust you better stay ducked
Dropped out 9th grade, dropped out straight to the Milwaukee Bucks
Could’ve been at Harvard servin’ juugs, but I don’t give a fuck

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Deuces
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, freezin’ (ice freezin’)
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, sneezin’ (achoo, sneezin’)
4, 5, 6 on (4, 5, 6 on)
Neck on freon (neck on freon)
Yellow like a [?] (yellow like a [?])
I don’t fuck with peons (peons)
Primetime, Deion
What’s up, Lil Pump? (What’s up, Lil Pump?)
12 gauge, lil’ pump (lil’, lil’ pump)
Get money, rule one (rule one)
Lil’ waist, big butt (big butt)
I like the way it sit up (sit up)
You ain’t really gettin’ money (what?)
Put that lil’ shit up (hah, lil’ shit up)
I make ’em open stores (yeah)
I make ’em close the store (yeah)
I’m in the Gucci store (what?)
I’m ’bout to overdose (huh)
Pockets on overload
I never sold my soul
What you want me to turn you on?
I got the remote control

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Outro: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

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Stefflon Don – Hutrin’ Me (feat. French Montana)

[Intro: Stefflon Don & French Montana]
Oh, I see you, see, I see, yeah
Montana
Stefflon Don
Know what it is when you hear that

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
Breakfast in bed darling
I got your bed falling
I make you beg for it
I make you beg for it
Breakfast in bed darling
I got your bed falling
I made mistakes, you done me wrong
But now you leave me calling

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Hmm-mmm-mmm
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me

[Verse 2: Stefflon Don]
Tears down my face fallin’
I’m in the place bawlin’
If I ever find her, find her, find her
I’m sendin’ shots, I’m sendin’ shots
I don’t know why you stallin’
Can you give me signs, can you please call me?
Baby, you rewinding it all on me
Baby, give me time, beg you love, love me

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Hmm-mmm-mmm
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & (French Montana)]
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me (Montana)
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me (Don)

[Verse 3: French Montana]
What you know about goin’ out, big jet, big check
Don’t care, die for my respect
Life, we gon’ live it up
Neck, we don’t give it up
Dice, get, get ’em, girl, gon’ bet it up
Grind and invest it
Invest like the main role not the ex shit
X-rate movies like Netflix
Never domestic, watchin’ her necklace
Young and restless, you know who the best is
Three-quarter, Gucci Mane with the fur shoe
I got a girl, and my girl got a girl too
Hit me with the fab like put it in the bag
Pull up on my new ting, like I knew she mad

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & French Montana]
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me

[Outro: Stefflon Don]
And I cry, I cry, even my eye cry
But who cares?
Who cares?
And I cry, I cry, even my eye cry
But who cares?
Who cares?

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Hurtin Me

Lyrics to ‘Hurtin Me’ by Stefflon Don:

–Intro: Stefflon Don & French Montana–
Oh, I see you, see, I see, yeah
Montana
Stefflon Don
Know what it is when you hear that

–Verse 1: Stefflon Don–
Breakfast in bed darling
I got your bed falling
I make you beg for it
I make you beg for it
Breakfast in bed darling
I got your bed falling
I made mistakes, you done me wrong
But now you leave me calling

–Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don–
Hmm-mmm-mmm
Oh, oh, oh

–Chorus: Stefflon Don–
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me

–Verse 2: Stefflon Don–
Tears down my face fallin’
I’m in the place bawlin’
If I ever find her, find her, find her
I’m sendin’ shots, I’m sendin’ shots
I don’t know why you stallin’
Can you give me signs, can you please call me?
Baby, you rewinding it all on me
Baby, give me time, beg you love, love me

–Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don–
Hmm-mmm-mmm
Oh, oh, oh

–Chorus: Stefflon Don & (French Montana)–
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me (Montana)
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me (Don)

–Verse 3: French Montana–
What you know about goin’ out, big jet, big check
Don’t care, die for my respect
Life, we gon’ live it up
Neck, we don’t give it up
Dice, get, get ’em, girl, gon’ bet it up
Grind and invest it
Invest like the main role not the ex shit
X-rate movies like Netflix
Never domestic, watchin’ her necklace
Young and restless, you know who the best is
Three-quarter, Gucci Mane with the fur shoe
I got a girl, and my girl got a girl too
Hit me with the fab like put it in the bag
Pull up on my new ting, like I knew she mad

–Chorus: Stefflon Don & French Montana–
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me

–Outro: Stefflon Don–
And I cry, I cry, even my eye cry
But who cares?
Who cares?
And I cry, I cry, even my eye cry
But who cares?
Who cares?

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That s it – Bebe Rexha feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Bebe Rexha – That s it

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that s it.

What you lookin’ at’s the real, ain’t nothin’ on me plastic
YSL up on my heels, I be stoppin’ traffic
You be lookin’ at my a*s, damn that thing Jurassic
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
I be ridin’ through west, dodgin’ paparazzi
Diamonds drippin’ on my neck, I be saucy saucy
Damn, I’m dressed fresh to death, steppin’ out the coffin
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it.

I’m on the top
Don’t even get me started, ’cause I don’t like to stop
I’m shinin’ harder than everybody and I just wore a watch
Two bad bitches, one say that she just wanna watch
I hope she know she lookin’ at a whole lotta Gwop
This b***h so bad that she deserve whole lotta props
If he ain’t gettin’ money, she ain’t even gon’ talk
She spoiled like a toddler and it’s not her fault
She love to call me daddy, I treat her like Pops
It’s Gucci.

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that s it. (x2)

Multicolor fun Chopard with the swimming fishes
Motherfucker I’m a star, I don’t do no dishes
I don’t ever speak or talk of you basic bitches
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
Pullin’ up in that thing that’s a little vicious
Barbies from New York, I hail out of Brooklyn
That’s why all eyes are on, yeah, I see you lookin’
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it.

2 Chainz (yeah)
I like my coffee cold, like my women hot (hot)
I like my spot big, like my car drop (right)
Revenge of the have and the have nots (true)
‘Cause back then I didn’t even have knots
Yeah, shawty look kinda cute, but her friend there look kinda cuter
I was on the MacBook computer, tryna go through the whole Kama Sutra
I did, I did, that’s it, that’s it versuri-lyrics.info
Mattress passion, satisfaction
Owww.

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (bow)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it)
That s it, that’s ittt. (x2)
Bebe Rexha lyrics
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Bebe Rexha “That’s It” Feat. Gucci Mane & 2 Chainz [New Music]

Bebe Rexha taps Gucci Mane and 2 Chainz for her new single “That’s It.” The two Atlanta emcees added some trap flavor to the upbeat track that sounds fire.

“That’s It” was produced by Murda Beatz and features Bebe Rexha singing about dodging paparazzi and wearing expensive jewelries. “Diamonds drippin’ on my neck, I be saucy, saucy,” she sings over a trap heavy beat. Gucci Mane also added some sauce rapping, “I don’t like to stop / I’m shining more than everybody and I just wore a watch.” Hairweavekiller also came through with a killer raunchy verse.

Bebe is currently getting ready to release her new EP All Your Fault: Pt. 2, due on August 11 which is a week from now.

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Tyga – Run It Back (Bitch I’m The Shit 2 Album)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Run it back, run it back

[Chorus: Tyga & Young Thug]
Oh baby, I just wanna replay and run it back
I just wanna replay and run it back
Oh baby, every time we play (Every time we play)
Wanna run it like a running back (Run it like a running back)
I just wanna replay (I just wanna replay) and run it back
Oh, baby
[??]
Oh, baby
[??]
Oh, baby
[??] pom pom
Oh, baby
She just want me to eat that pom pom
Oh, baby
Let’s have a replay (Replay)
I’m on it (On it)
Whenever she say (I’m on it)
Whatever she want, she got it
And she gon’ shoot ’em down
Oh, baby

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Running me to run it up
Lil’ some some for the one I want
My number one, my 1 of 1
God and goddess, that’s a holy fuck
We at the rich suites, like it’s Peachtree
We gon’ run it up like floor seats
Nigga got game, I’m like Gucci Mane
She a keeper mane, she go both ways
Make her fall in love, fuck, smoke a blunt
Now when we drunk, wake that pussy up
Too high to sleep, wetting all the sheets
That’s a kitty call, just unplug the phone
Gucci bag call, Gucci bag cash
Reaching for my phone, let me record that ass
Let me record that ass
If the shit leak, don’t be mad

[Chorus: Tyga & Young Thug]
Oh baby, I just wanna replay and run it back
I just wanna replay and run it back
Oh baby, every time we play
Wanna run it like a running back
I just wanna replay and run it back
Oh, baby
[??]
Oh, baby
[??]
Oh, baby
[??] pom pom
Oh, baby
She just want me to eat that pom pom
Oh, baby
Let’s have a replay (Replay)
I’m on it (On it)
Whenever she say (I’m on it)
Whatever she want, she got it
And she gon’ shoot ’em down
Oh, baby

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Beat it in the Cadillac, that pussy got me sidetracked
Like Kylie I’m with Tyga, we the perfect match
Put it in the belly, she feel the impact
Put it in her chest and make that hoe get hollow
Shawty pussy wet, are you gonna take off your clothes?
Take a ride with me, I’ll help you see what you lost
Anything happen here, anything goes
Money on the counter, Versace couch on the floor
I got big booty bitches shakin’ ass by my door
Heated marble got lil mama ridin’ tip-toe
My brother a Tyga, I’ma go
Let’s have a replay (Replay)
I’m on it (On it)
Whenever she say (I’m on it)
Whatever she want, she got it
And she gon’ shoot ’em down

[Chorus: Tyga & Young Thug]
Oh baby, I just wanna replay and run it back
I just wanna replay and run it back
Oh baby, every time we play
Wanna run it like a running back
I just wanna replay and run it back
Oh, baby
[??]
Oh, baby
[??]
Oh, baby
[??] pom pom
Oh, baby
She just want me to eat that pom pom
Oh, baby

[Outro: Young Thug]
Let’s have a replay (Replay)
I’m on it (On it)
Whenever she say (I’m on it)
Whatever she want, she got it
And she gon’ shoot ’em down
Oh, baby

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Lil Wop – Lost My Mind

[INTRO]
Lemonade whippin wit’ a lemonade bitch
I feel like Gucci Mane I make maneuvers through the 6
I’m a loyal trapper, keep my scale and keep my stick
Two bitches gettin guap, I ain’t worried ’bout a bitch
Burr, like Gucci Mane got it tatted on my face
AK-47, I can’t tote it on my waist
Boolin’ in the trenches, where you know it is not safe
Butt naked bitches in the kitchen whippin cake

[VERSE 1]
Please don’t trust, cuz im sneaky nigga ill wipe yo nose
I’ll take money out yo pocked and go Givenchy my toes
I’m either wit a nigga bitch or in the store or on the stove
I feel like Tony, Gucci slippers, in the trap house in the road

[HOOK]
Growing up, wanted be like Gucci
Growing up, I wanna be like Gucci
Growing up, wanna be like Gucci
Growing up, I wanna be like Gucci

[VERSE 2]
Oh shit, Lil Wop lost his mind
Rollie 10 17 can’t tell the time
Rolling through the opp shit, yea we had to slide
Ain’t nobody outside, they love to hide
In a big body benz and I’m swervin
Spilled the drank, on my lap, ain’t on purpose
Know that bitch, she gon fuck, cuz’ she worthless
I be dunking all these hoes, like James Worthy
(AYYEE)
Trap house getting hot, all these feinds around the block
I ain’t never leaving, ’till my pockets filled wit guap
Toting big Glock 40’s in the clip, look like a mop
Fuck a head shot, shoot a nigga in his heart

[HOOK]
Growing up, wanna be like Gucci
Growing up, I wanna be like Gucci
Growing up, wanna be like Gucci
Growing up, I wanna be like Gucci

[OUTRO]
Ah shit, LIl Wop lost his mind
Ah shit, LIl Wop lost his mind
Ah shit, LIl Wop lost his mind
Ah shit, LIl Wop lost his mind
(AYEEE)
Ah shit, LIl Wop lost his mind

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Fetish – Selena Gomez feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Selena Gomez – Fetish

Take it or leave it
Baby take it or leave it
But I know you won’t leave it
‘Cause I know that you need it
Look in the mirror
When I look in the mirror
Baby I see it clearer
Why you wanna be nearer.(fetish)

I’m not surprised
I sympathize, ah
I can’t deny
Your appetite, ahhh.

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too.

Reaching your limit
Say you’re reaching your limit
Going over your limit
But I know you can’t quit it
Something about me
Got you hooked on my body
Take you over and under and twisted up like origami.

I’m not surprised
I sympathize, ahhh
Versuri-lyrics.info
I can’t deny
Your appetite, ah.

You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too.

The way you walk, the way you talk
I blame you ’cause it’s all your fault
Ya playin’ hard, don’t turn me off
Ya acting hard, but I know you soft
You my fetish, I’m so with it
All these rumors bein’ spreaded
Might as well go ‘head and whip it
‘Cause they sayin’ we already did it
Call on Gucci if you ever need and
I’ll be South Beach in the drop top gleamin’
Order diamonds, Aquafina
Just need you in a blue bikini.

You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me tooo.
Selena Gomez lyrics
Lyrics Selena Gomez

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Lit – Steve Aoki feat. Yellow Claw lyrics

Lyrics Yellow Claw – Lit

Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our s**t, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go.

It’s Gucci Mane in this b*tch, and yeah, it’s liiit, hella liiit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow b*tch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this s**t, you too borin’ for the b*tch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip.

They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the s**t
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get liiit.

I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top .. s**t in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci.

They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah versuri-lyrics.info
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the s**t
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get littt.
Steve Aoki lyrics
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Liife – Desiigner feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Desiigner – Liife

Let me tell you how it is
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.(liife)

Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, f**k the police
Heard Trump in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, (grrrrrah) he drownin’
Bounce b***h, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk s**t or freestyle
F**k them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
Pop off these diamonds
Make a DJ get down with it.

I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets (it’s Gucci)
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.

I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time and I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall (fall)
But f**k ’em all versuri-lyrics.info
I put my back against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ s**t (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater you not feelin’ it (f**k ’em)
G.O.O.D. Music but we make that hood music (haaan)
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it
(It’s Gucci!)

I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.

Funny,
Desiigner
All the finest
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
Ayyyy, huhhh.

I’m on some real life, s**t liife, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pickkk.
Desiigner lyrics
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She on my dyck – Rick Ross feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Rick Ross – She on my dyck

Who at the door? Put the money up
I’ma been done kilt one of these niggas ’round here, man
Who dat is? Uhhhhh(she on my dyck)

I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats
Pork n’ bean projects is where the killers be
Can’t be talkin’ all loud or niggas gettin’ shot
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
All my niggas out the scott snagged the quick slop
Swear to God, I’ma die for this wristwatch
Growin’ up at risco, they called us piss poor
Realest nigga in the city, let a b*tch know
Red bottoms, all white just to shoot dice
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I’m Big Mike
Jabar home, goin’ on his fifth Rolls Royce
I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys
Fake golds, niggas front with these dracos
Walk up on ’em with the forty and the case closed
Double M the label with the most pesos
I bought a condo and that b*tch got eight floors

She on my d*ck, she on my dyck
Richest nigga in the city so she on my d*ck
It make sense, she on my d*ck
Makin’ moves in the city so she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
I’m makin’ moves, she on my d*ck.

I get a rush when I see these b*tches watchin’ me
It’s like a high when I see these b*tches jockin’ me
She on my d*ck like she heard what I’m orderin’
Drop top Mulsanne, it’s just one of these
She on my d*ck like she seen some’ she shouldn’t’ve seen
Two hundred thou’, one hundred’s crammed in my Givenchy jeans
And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team
And I just wanna paint her face like it’s Maybelline
Bill Belichick, I just got another ring versuri-lyrics.info
Bust another check and I just bought a new machine
And like the Chargers I’m about to move the team
You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin’.

She on my d*ck, she on my dyck
Richest nigga in the city so she on my d*ck
It make sense, she on my d*ck
Makin’ moves in the city so she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
I’m makin’ moves, she on my d*ck.

Baby girl, do your thing in your Vera Wang
Ever dealt with a nigga still dealin’ cocaine?
Never made it to the game before it’s halftime
Ten stacks for the seats, so you can have mine
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes
Pop a bottle every time you niggas flatline
Lot of b*tches but I focus on my Fab Five
Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride
b*tch hair nappy girl, you need that rich s**t
It take real heart to wanna be a rich b*tch
She was the youngest and her mama had six kids
Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich b*tch
Run with a nigga with some money out in Memphis
She was postin’ pics of the gifts that he would gift her
But the p*ssy goes to the richest nigga
And guess what? Rozay is that nigga!

She on my d*ck, she on my dyck
Richest nigga in the city so she on my d*ck
It make sense, she on my d*ck
Makin’ moves in the city so she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
I’m makin’ moves, she on my d*ckkk.
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Make love – Gucci Mane feat. Nicki Minaj lyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Make love

Uhhh, Gucci
Wanna make love, love, love.

King of the skreets
And when these suckas see me, they should bow to my feet
And kiss the ground underneath
I look down at the beef
That shit childish to me
Two hundred thousand to see me
And it’s been sold out for weeks
Can’t brush shoulders with me
These stones in my choker are 2 karats apiece
Look like boulders to me
Damn, who colder than me?
You think he colder than me?
You more bipolar than me
You talkin’ crazy
I’m tryna book Beyoncé for my wedding day
I’m the type of nigga, spend a million on a wedding cake
Niggas hate, but hesitate versuri-lyrics.info
They hate to see ya elevate
I just left out the gym
I’m ’bout to take a swim and meditate
Woooo!
Now it’s time to celebrate
Ask me why I’m smilin’
I say, “‘Cause I make two mil’ a day”
And I might take your b*tch and pay her bills
That’s how I feel today
And I just wanna f*ck
Don’t wanna chill, that’s how I feel today.

I’m makin’ money like I’m makin’ sweet love
I wanna make love, love, love
She say the money make her wanna make love
Wanna make love, love, love, huh.

Ay yo, ain’t talkin’ housewives, but I’m in the Porsche
First I’ma scorch her, then I’ma torch her
Then I’ma torture her, then I’ma off her
A million dollars for a show, they made their off-er
Go against Nicki, it’s gon’ cost ya
‘Cause now it’s f*ck ya, intercourse ya
I rep Queens where they listen to a bunch of Nas
I’m a yes and these b*tches is a bunch of nahs
Tryin’ to win a gunfight with a bunch of knives
I win, get off the bench and give a bunch of fives
I don’t see her
b*tch I’m the greatest, no Kendrick and no Sia
I’m the iPhone, you the Nokia
Everybody know you jealous, b*tch it’s so clear
Tell them bum ass b*tches to play their role
She see my sexy ass every time she scroll
I got it in the can, Dole
Your career gon’ be with Anna Nicole
Witcha dumbass face
She ain’t eatin’ but I swear she got some bum ass taste
Text her man like, “Dawg, how that bum ass taste?”
Pay your rent! And stay in your bum ass place
Oooohhh, oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here?
One platinum plaque, album flopped, b*tch, where?
Hahaha, ahhhhhhh
I took two bars off just to laugh
You see, silly rabbit, to be the queen of rap
You gotta sell records, you gotta get plaques
S, plural like the S on my chest
Now sit your dumbass down
You got an F on your test.

I’m makin’ money like I’m makin’ sweet love
I wanna make love, love, love
She say the money make her wanna make love
Wanna make love, love, love, huh.

I love to see the money stack up
Hope that we don’t ever, ever break up
Wanna make love, love, loveee.
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Evander Griiim – Right Now (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
What’s happenin’?
Griiim
(burr burr)
And Gucci!

[Hook: Evander Griiim]
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pussy, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now

[Verse 1: Evander Griiim]
Niggas try to ride my wave but can’t swim
Nigga you be chewing too, too much
Got a foreign in my foreign, and she snorin’
Little nigga I’m the GOAT, ’bout to trip it
Eski-eski-eskimo, I’m so cold
Ride around with my neck, and my wrist
On froze, nigga gold, all gold
All gold, all the hoes, all the drip
Poppin’ pussy, nigga woah, with my gold
Nigga tax me I’ma flip, with my thumb
Poppin’ pussy with my thumb, with my thumb, right
Right now
Throw it baby, bust it open, right now
All I wanted was a ten and a four
All I get it for the low, for the low
Hit that nigga, I’m the plug, right now
Send that nigga with the bugs, right now
All my bitches kiss bitches, and they wealthy
And they suckin’ for the selfie
I’m so petty, oh so petty
Oh shit, hot shit, I’m that nigga since
Eighth grade, poppin’ shit in the hallways
Yellin’ dope, hella dope, this the new me
Suckin’, signing, double D’s, overseas

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Just got off the stage, I need thirty bitches right now
I’m so piped up, ain’t no way that I can pipe down
The way I lay that pipe down she say that she my wife now
But I just want a good suck up and a decent wipe down
Slidin’, leather seats reclinin’
Blinding with expensive diamonds
Rolex with exquisite timing
Dining on exotic islands
Grinding like I’m nickel’n’diming
I’m the king of Ace of Diamonds
Got to eat up all this flavor
My lean eating up my stomach lining
I can spend five hundred thousand now and get it right back
Say he want to be like Gucci Mane, he on the right track
Got a lil young ho that hittin’ it, say she coming right back
Keep her up all night and eyes both wide just like a night owl

[Hook: Evander Griiim]
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pussy, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pussy, all the fame, right now
Right now

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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

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Angel wings – Gucci Mane feat. Icewear Vezzo lyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Angel wings

Angel wings. (x4)
I’m so high I try angel wiiings.
I’m so fly b*tch I got angel wiiings.

Put my spider like an ice cold.
Try to summer jam into the ice show.
Used to have me a bright low not a dead end blow I’m a light showww.
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Lil Peep – Gucci Mane (Hellboy Mixtape)

[Hook]
Cocaine in your bitch brain
I make it rain where my bitch say
No pain when my mind fade
I’ve been high since last Friday
Dope veins wear the cold chain
Switchin’ lanes bumpin’ Gucci Mane
I don’t listen what my friends say
I can’t cry, but I’m a cry baby
I can’t lie, I might die, baby
But as long as I’m alive, we gon’ shine, baby
Look me in my eyes, baby
I’ve been high since last Friday

[Verse]
I can’t drive, but lets ride baby
And as long as I’m alive, I’mma die, baby
Time flies on the highway
I’ve been high since last Friday

[Hook]
Cocaine in your bitch brain
I make it rain where my bitch say
No pain when my mind fade
I’ve been high since last Friday
Dope veins wear the cold chain
Switchin’ lanes bumpin’ Gucci Mane
I don’t listen what my friends say
I can’t cry, but I’m a cry baby
I can’t lie, I might die, baby
But as long as I’m alive, we gon’ shine, baby
Look me in my eyes, baby
I’ve been high since last Friday

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Slippery – Migos feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Migos – Slippery

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water.(slippery)

(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr).

Hey, hey, hey, tater tot
f*ck niggas on my radar watch (watchin’)
Crocodile hunter, turn ’em to some gator shots (urr)
Iced out watch (ice), ridin’ round ten o’ clock (ten)
Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’ clock (three)
Four o’ clock (four), five o’ clock, six o’ clock (five)
I’m gon pop, if I don’t I’m back to the pot (whip)
I got rocks (rocks), big bales, big arms (bales)
Tommy gun, come out and play let’s have fun (yeah)
Big scales (scales), fishscale, big weight (fish)
Iceberg (ice), ice tray, ice tray (woo)
Plug called (called), tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
I don’t need it (brrt)
Pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)
Get freezy (freezy), young nigga pay your debt-is (debt-is)
Grandma (grandma) auntie Ab and auntie Neesa (Neese)
Uncle Bo, auntie Greta serve ya perkys (Greta)
Auntie Eva, she got a pound she might just serve it.

Pop a perky just to start up
(pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr).

Hey, hey, hey, slippery, she numbin’ me, that tongue on me
Honestly (honest), she f*ck with me, a wife to be (wife)
In Italy, bought her a fur, look like the wildebeest (rarr)
Just chill with me (chill)
It is no worry, it is a bill to me (it ain’t nothin’)
I pull up Diablo, I pull up with models
I gave her her first Philippe (Philippe)
We goin’ full throttle, she swallowed the bottle
I’m all in her ovaries (ahh)
I gave her some dollars
I Gucci’d her collar now she can’t get over me (heyyy)
She wanna dose of me (dose)
Just hop in the Ghost with me (Ghost)
Perky and molly, don’t vote for nobody
These b*tch ass niggas ain’t solid (solid)
Run in your house and with pumps and the shotties
Your mom might be up inside it (bah)
Cars robotic, bad b*tch with a body
But really don’t care nothing about it (uh-uh)
Cappin’ and poppin’, I seen that lil Masi
I coulda pulled up and just shot ya ( brrt)
It’s a jungle, I let off some fire (some fire).

Pop a perky just to start up
(pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr).

I rock water, diamonds, I’m drippin’ but not slippin’
I threw a quarter, (well damn) but no I’m not trippin’
Bugatti on Forgi’s, and nawl, I’m not crippin’
I buy Ferrari’s like Jordans
I’m Mike and y’all Pippen
Chillin’, just me and my millions
Niggas, they all in they feelin’s
My b*tches, I spoil them like children
So persistent, if I want it, I go get it
I’m so slimy, grimy, sheisty but still shining
Rude and unkindly, cruel with no conscious
Drop the top on College, nigga I ain’t with no nonsense
And I’m a murderer nigga but I don’t promote violence.

Dead shot (brrt), AK make your head rock (brrt)
Red dot, retro 8, Jordan they in stock
Lean on rocks (Act)
Perkys, mollies, xannies, rocks (roxies)
Oxycontin (oxyies)
Takeoff I’m your med doc (Takeoff!)
Leg lock (leg)
The key I got, unlock the box (box)
What’s in that box, huh?
Don’t tell em they might show the cops (shh)
Wrist watch (bite), abnormal so I flood the clock (ice)
Money flop, panties drop, that’s when them titties pop (woo)
Free my partners (John Wicc)
‘Til they free it’s f*ck the cops (f*ck ’em)
They know I geek a lot
They don’t know I keep a Glock (clueless)
Ain’t been no drought (where)
They think I been sleep a lot
They think I’m dumb (dumb)
They don’t know I see the plot (see it)
f*ck it I seize a knot.

Pop a perky just to start up
(pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)
Hey, hey, heyyy.
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Evander Griiim feat. Gucci Mane – Right Now (Remix) Lyrics

(Intro – Gucci Mane)
What’s happening?
Griiim
burr burr
And Gucci!

(Chorus – Griiim)
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pu**y, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now

(Verse 1 – Griiim)
Ni**as try to ride my wave but can’t swim
Ni**a you be chewing too, too much
Got a foreign in my foreign, and she snoring
Little ni**a I’m the Goat, bout to trip it
Eski, eski, eskimo, I’m so cold
Ride around with my neck, and my wrist
On froze, ni**a gold, all gold
All gold, all the hoes, all the drip
Popping pu**y, ni**a woah, with my gold
Ni**a tax me I’ma flip, with my thumb
Popping pu**y with my thumb, with my thumb, right
Right now
Throw it baby, bust it open, right now
All I wanted was a ten and a four
All I get it for the low, for the low
Hit that ni**a, I’m the plug, right now
Send that ni**a with the bugs, right now
All my bi**hes kiss bi**hes, and they wealthy
And they s**king for the selfie
I’m so petty, oh so petty
Oh s**t, hot s**t, I’m that ni**a since
Eighth grade, popping s**t in the hallways
Yelling dope, hella dope, this the new me
S**king, signing, double D’s, overseas

(Verse 2 – Gucci Mane)
Just got off the stage, I need thirty bitches right now
I’m so piped up, ain’t no way that I can pipe down
The way I lay that pipe down she say that she my wife now
But I just want a good s**k up and a decent wipe down
Slidin’, leather seats reclining
Blinding with expensive diamonds
Rolex with exquisite timing
Dining on exotic islands
Grinding like I’m nickel’n’diming
I’m the king of Ace of Diamonds
Got to eat up all this flavor
My lean eating up my stomach lining
I can spend five hundred thousand now and get it right back
Say he want to be like Gucci Mane, he on the right track
Got a lil young ho that hitting it, say she coming right back
Keep her up all night and eyes both wide just like a night owl

(Chorus – Griiim)
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pu**y, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pu**y, all the fame, right now
Right now