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Marlo – Ali Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay
[Verse 1]
Havin’ thoughts of bein’ the greatest
I’m comin’ for that throne nigga, I’ma take it
And you know nobody gon’ do shit, nigga I’ma take it
And you know them niggas don’t shake none’, nigga I’ma shake it
And them niggas ain’t bust no moves so I’ma make it
When I touch that million dollars on how I made it
I’m the greatest, stackin’ that bread, I ran the bacon
So the bitch wanna f**k right now, see you later
Christian Loub with alligators
And Givenchy on my ass nigga I’m so flavor
And I stay down in that booth until I made it
Poppin’ shit, nigga I’m the greatest
And I had to thank goon goon for another day
I’m getting paid and it’s a million ways to get cake
Better feed your killers or get ate
Them niggas hungry and they’ll eat up off your plate
And I don’t play with them slime niggas ’cause they’ll eat up off your face, yeah
[Chorus]
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need
[Verse 2]
On a rat race for that paper
Them niggas say I’m real loaded, I’m baked potato
And a nigga killin’ shit, no Gucci Mane but a human glacier for that paper (Wop)
And them ho ass niggas don’t want to see me make and I’ma take it
So shouts out to [?] ’cause nigga down with makin’ or takin’
Nigga mistakin’ when I’m vacant
Nigga [?] start shootin’ up shit, nigga what is you thinkin’? On the road to riches, my niggas, and we gon’ make it
Nigga sellin’ the gas bag, nigga with tons of flavor
And a nigga came up in trappin’, then I made it
Then GA got poppin’, then Lil Kel got knocked
I was in the spot with Jude, I was cookin’ up a block
Break a brick down and sell them bitches in rocks
We gon’ run that brick straight in through the spot
And bust the profit down with my niggas, that’s how we rock
[Chorus]
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need

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Go Yayo – Rambo Lyrics

[Chorus]
Hunnids, blue benjis (cash)
Racks, got y’all
Go yayo, boss, head huncho (og)
Yo bitch, my bitch
Slut bitch, scando (yeah)
Young nigga strapped up like sandals
Try me, I’m goin’ rambo, rambo (boom)
Yeah, goin’ rambo, goin’ rambo
Hoodfame gang too hard to handle
On a scotter with a thooka goin’ rambo (boom)
Goin’ rambo, goin’ rambo
All my young niggas with me goin’ rambo
Gucci Mane in my city goin’ rambo (wop)
[Verse 1]
Boss, sauce (boss, drip)
No mo Free Yayo, it cost (nah)
Diamonds floss (bling)
f**k the feds, Free Cross[?]
Go Yayo, I’m hot like a fever
f**k niggas don’t get no feature (nope)
Just stuffin’ reefer in [??]
Take yo bitch and let her kick it like FIFA (ooh)
I got that boom for real for real (forreal)
Independent, I don’t want no deal (nope)
OG gas out the vacuum seal (og gas)
In the hills where I roll like a [??] (trap)
Im ’bout to blow like atomic bomb (boom)
Took yo bitch and left her for her mom (yo bitch)
My youngins treat me like Fericon
Big ol’ thooka make her run like a marathon (go)
[Chorus]
Hunnids, blue benjis (cash)
Racks, got y’all
Go yayo, boss, head huncho (og)
Yo bitch, my bitch
Slut bitch, scando (yeah)
Young strapped up like sandals
Try me, I’m goin’ rambo, rambo (boom)
Yeah, goin’ rambo, goin’ rambo
Hoodfame gang too hard to handle
On a scotter with a thooka goin’ rambo (boom)
Goin’ rambo, goin’ rambo
Let a nigga play with me, I’m goin’ rambo
Gucci Mane in my city goin’ rambo (wop)
[Verse 2]
Wop, drop
Stop, boi you need to quit (quit)
Future Hendrix wylin with that stick (boom)
You say you the best, but you must be sick (haha)
That f**k shit you talkin’ gon’ get you hit (killed)
That lick that you stunt with ain’t worth a [??] (
Diamonds dancin’, VVS do karate kicks (bling)
Used to be coll, now you jumped in a firepit
I thought about lettin’ it go
All these pussy niggas gettin’ exposed (exposed)
Big ol’ thooka poppin’ up at your show (boom)
Hoodfame blood’ll show the work you a hoe (Hoodfame, Hoodfame)
All of my youngins on go (go)
All of my youngin’s bands glow
OG Yayo do this shit for the four (four)
Up that beef and bring it right to your door (hello?)
[Chorus]
Hunnids, blue benjis (cash)
Racks, got y’all
Go yayo, boss, head huncho (og)
Yo bitch, my bitch
Slut bitch, scando (yeah)
Young nigga strapped up like sandals
Try me, I’m goin’ rambo, rambo (boom)
Yeah, goin’ rambo, goin’ rambo
Hoodfame gang too hard to handle
On a scotter with a thooka goin’ rambo (boom)
Goin’ rambo, goin’ rambo
Let a nigga play with me, I’m goin’ rambo
Gucci Mane in my city goin’ rambo (wop)

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Youngboy Never Broke Again – Make No Sense Lyrics

[Intro]
Buddah Bless this beat
[Chorus]
I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my f**king neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, uh
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh
Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime
[Verse 1]
I could hit it, I could whip it, I could bag it, I could stash it
I could trap out like a motherf**ker
And you know me, bitch, I just bought another 30 burner (30 burner)
I whip too hard, so I got Ike and Meech, got Tina Turner (Whippin’ hard)
It don’t make sense, I’m not alright, bitch, I’ll put you under
I ain’t cut too much, I got that shit that make ’em tweak like damn
Can’t be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (I am)
This shit ain’t sweet, who close to me, I see ’em hatin’ like damn
All I know get the money, still gon’ be the one to slay ’em
Like nigga, uh, nigga
Nigga, bitch, nigga, baow, with my jewelry (f**k a jury)
[Chorus]
I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my f**king neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, uh
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh
Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime
[Verse 2]
4KTrey, BoB, I been that, bitch, you notice me
Tell them niggas I say f**k ’em
These hoes ain’t shit, they want my cash, so I’ll never love ’em (Stupid bitch)
I flash and beat a nigga ass with this fifty ball (I don’t need no clique)
On TV, I could tell my youngin hit him with the cutter (Motherf**k a nigga)
That’s a bar, real nigga blessed him with that bar and he say yeah-eah
He out the H, you play, he shoot you in your face (Northside)
Bullets flying, back to back, bitch, when we ride
I’m convicted, but it’s an issue, I’ll slide for a slide
Die today, bitch, they say four pussy niggas died ‘fore I died, slime
[Chorus]
I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my f**king neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, uh
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh
Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime

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Chance The Rapper – My Own Thing lyrics

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Please don’t hit me in my DM
Promise that my BM gonna slide when she see ’em
I know she gonna see ’em ’cause I’m defa finna show her
Take her to the culprit then I take her to the store (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just like my personal space, got a circular waist
Pull my shirt when she work, work, work, work, work
If you work in my space, better keep that shit ‘fessional
I don’t like to be bothered when I work, work, work, work
Please leave me the fuck alone, new fiancée, that’s my cologne
Doin’ too much and sayin’ too much, that’s how y’all ass end up alone
I’ma just pimp off, you a send-off, I don’t really ever like to get involved
Got a baby, got a house, got in-laws, go and kick rocks

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

[Verse 2: Joey Purp (Chance the Rapper)]
Okay, don’t mind if it don’t pay me, it ain’t my biz
How you gon’ raise yo’ voice?
Gon’ raise yo’ money, won’t raise yo’ kids? (What?)
Bad little bitty in the city that I’m in (Yeah)
When I go and travel, I might have to take her with
She said, “How the car stop but the rims don’t?”
Ain’t wanna leave but I had to go, like Trey Songz
I was 18 with a ’98 (Yup) sellin’ 28s
Now I’m 25 sellin’ 16s (Yup), it’s a hunnid ways
My new girl a freak, she my type, she unique
Make her sang when we bang, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Tell my ex it’s a dub, that’s a wop, that’s unlikely
Put a bustdown of my wifey, like Gucci Mane, so icy

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

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Gucci Mane – Be A Thug (Ft. Peter Man) Lyrics

[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m ? quick?
I’m tryna knock numbers like Tedd Turner
No super station, but I’m Gucci Mane, they super hating
Traid ? we ever traid, they coppying and duplecating
Coppywrite, cause ? fight
How I write it, they could never resite it, cause they never see it
Doing all that screaming on the mic don’t mean they really mean it
Elll you the truth, I leave the buth, I’m selling Yay
? so hard, I got ? 2 times a day
30 days, I just got out, and I surve 30 Js
Before I blaze, gotta have a blunt to ?
? the cheese, Imma find a way
It’s like I’m searching for a neadal in a stack of hey
The streets relate to these actual facts I’m kicking
I’m going hard, like that crack we cook in the kitchen
And every nigga I roll with a thug nigga
And every nigga in my clique sellin drugs nigga
[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 2: Peter Man]
I seen the ? bruh
Baddest like hoes? bruh
That shit for show bruh
Hold it, hold it, but ? bruh
? they talking bout some code, bruh
Never nothing too much for me, I got ?
They ain’t like it, I ain’t like it, but still I showed up
I done been broke, and I done broke them up
? money, niggas talking bout?
And I’m a slick nigga, ?
Nigga, tell you the truth, youa’ll be actin like yo making it up
You niggas scared, bruh
Think Imma reach inside my coat, and make m lay on the table

[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
? fresh as hell, nigga pain, I bring it
Dope slanging, keep that shit in my anus
There go 12, so I go, ?
Missed the kid ? saying get away from my stove
Fuck that ? motherfucker, I got too much blow
I gotta get off every ? what I perchised it for
I need a bag full of money, countin 50s and hundreds
I’m in this hallway, ? tryna get to this money
You think I’m funny, I ain’t laughing ? my Chetter?
Making dope transactions in the middle of traffic
I got a ? spinning 50, every goddamb hour
Making glass out of powder, I might sell you some flower
[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

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Gucci Mane – Pay Me (Ft. Fruity) Lyrics

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I need a bitch that can pull me a bitch
Or turn a trick, or better yet, turn me on to a lick
I hope to know she a ho, who, who ain’t scared of this shit
I hope to know without a pimp, she a regular bitch
I give her gang for every situation, have her infatuated
I got the gift of gab, and the conversation who’s the nation
I need a couple more to expect Gucci’s operation
The one Matroppa Rapper, pimpin is my ocupation
So stop all that hezatation, all that procrastonation
Cooperation leads to indulging and fornacation
So Fruit, you say you love me, but bitch, I love the loot
I coppin blow, I’m in persute of a new prostitute

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse2: Fruity]
What you know about a ass shaking, money making nigga
Break a bitch, on some pimp shit, call me a pimp bitch
A surtified man, ? these hoes?
Tell him bring my money back, sure my shits in tackt, bitch
I say these bitches dreams, tell these hoes they on my team
A ? lookin ho, just done with ? skeem
Let me tell all you niggas a lil something bout me
I’m well trained, I’m off the chain, nigga, I ain’t ?

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 3: Fruty]
Some bitches talk the talk, but I be walking the walk
My nigga Gucci round M up, and I make sure they trick off
Dolo might, but I will, fuck you ? the ticket, pay yo meal
Some bitches need X, but my pussy be red and wet
Got so much game, guess you can say I’m a poetic pimp
VIP type bitch, I strut, fuck a limp
Niggas eyes be romen, when they see me pass
They wanna grab on this ass, I’m straight dropping for cash
? place a pillo under my knees?
Sippin and slerppin and spit
Hit a split and and slow ride yo dick, when I’m turnin tricks
All for the love of the straight drop clique
My nigga, all for the love of the straight drop clique

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

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Y-Bash – Ballmaine lyrics

[Intro]
I can’t sleep I’m of that Caine 4x

[Hook]
Booted up Booted up Booted up
Like I’ve been shooting up
Fuck on that bitch she rooted up
Choppa bust your brain
I can’t even sleep I’m on that Caine yah
I just wanna die in new Balmain
We is not the same
Swear that by name
I ain’t even sane yah
Swear that by name
Swear that by name

[Verse]
High as fuck with my Woadies
Yeah they geekin
Your bitch on my dick sneaking
Like she sneaking
Yah Watch out for these niggas
Yeah the creepin’
Fuck right on that bitch
Oh yeah she squeezin’
Yah Yah Ice Cream with no bottle
Like I’m Gucci Mane man I fuck model
Man I fuck your bitch
She gone swallow, She gone swallow

[Bridge]
When I close my eyes
All see demons
All I see people
Yeah, that they dead
I can not brag
Yeah I get the bag
Then I Give back

[Pre-Chorus]
*Vocal Harmonisation*

[Hook]
Booted up Booted up Booted up
Like I’ve been shooting up
Fuck on that bitch she rooted up
Choppa bust your brain
I can’t even sleep I’m on that Caine yah
I just wanna die in new Balmain
We is not the same
Swear that by name
I ain’t even sane yah
Swear that by name
Swear that by name

[Outro]
Booted up 34x
I can’t even sleep
I’m on that Caine Yah
Booted up 40x

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Lil Pump – Iced Out lyrics

(feat. 2 Chainz)

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

[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 I peed on (yellow like I peed on)
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 it 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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Lil Pump – Gucci Gang (English Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane?
Shot a pussy nigga in his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Lil Pump, Guwop*

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
(Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in the picture, Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty bitch, with a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail (jail)
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 3: French Montana]
(Haaan, Montana!)
Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane (ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy) (Gucci gang)
Was yellin’ “Ha” way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

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Asap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky

Lyrics to ‘Asap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky’ by Asap Rocky:

Tiffany Haddish, and more. Gucci and 21’s laconic styles are both idiomatic for London on da Track’s ominous, creeping backbeat. Gucci’s last, whispered, and classic-era-Gucci-styled verse (“Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fucking flashy/He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray”) is worth the price of admission for what might reasonably be considered an unremarkable song.

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A$AP Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky

[Intro: Gucci Mane, 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
Huh?
We got London On Da Track
It’s Guwop
Huh?
It’s Gucci
21, 21
Huh?

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & 21 Savage]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
I got so many M’s in my bank account, I can’t even count ’em
Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can’t even mount ’em
Too many zeros with ‘Sace pillows in my Phantoms
Too many bad bitches, I don’t cuff ’em, I just hand them (21)
Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don’t got time to lay up
Met my accountant at Ruth’s Chris, she told me that I’m way up (21)
I already back for seconds, I ain’t even clean my plate up
Ran me up a hunned M’s and then I put my bay up (21)
Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal
I ain’t take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)
All my diamonds carrots, dem lil’ pointers be two lil’
Glaziers in my ear, I need a cup, they ’bout to spill

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & A$AP Rocky]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I feel like I’m Rocky

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & (?)]
Huh?
How you gone play D, you can’t even take D
Too many fake me’s
Way too many fake daps, way too many fake ‘$APs
And I put it on me and I want another ring
Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve ’em like the other team (skrt)
You can still hear the sneaks (woo, swoosh)
Ballin’ in some Dungarees
Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?
For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league
Heard you the nigga overseas, but that’s only overseas
I’m the one who oversees shit, "Oh man, it’s him again"
I’m up in the rim, they the raided M&M’s
Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands
My girlfriend got a little friend
All the way on the other end
‘Cause she don’t deal with the middle man
Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes
Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby , I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (yeah)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Just pass me the rock and watch him go
Just run me the play and let me know
With a broken leg, I let it go (leggo, leggo, leggo)
I ain’t gotta say it ’cause they know (woo)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fuckin’ flashy
He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray
So, so deaf to these suckers, I’m like JD in ’03
My hoe said that I’m too cocky, I don’t play nothin’ but me
These girls got nothing to show you, I’ll give you something to see
These dudes keep comin’ up short like they a pair of capris
Don’t group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin’ me
Them dudes ain’t got nothin’ on me, I got a money disease
I’m too cold for these suckers, they ain’t got more money than me
I wear my mink in the summer when it’s one-hundred-three (burr)
I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me
I know that bitch want to fuck me, but she’s to tiny for me
She’s my way out the highway, you either like or leave
This Rollie cost us the G’s, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah)
When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine
It’s Guwop

[Chorus: Gucci Mane, & Young Thug]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (it’s Gucci)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (Wizop)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (damn)
We got London On Da Track

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Migos – “Gang Gang” Lyrics

(Intro)
Would you oooh
Would you oooh

(Verse 1)
Hey, I know this might sound weird to say
But would you love me if I ran away? (away)
I know you probably think I’m insane
Ain’t nothin’ change but the pocket change ( pocket change)
I know they gotta feel my pain (feel it)
I make them birds on the hill sang (brr)
And everywhere I go they know my name (and what you claim)

(Bridge)
Cuz I be reppin’ gang gang (gang gang)
Posted with the gang gang (gang gang)
Pull up wit’ the gang gang (gang gang)
Suit up wit’ the gang gang (gang gang)
I be reppin’ gang gang (gang gang)
I shoot wit’ the gang gang (gang gang)
Bang wit’ the gang gang (gang gang)
Ride out wit’ the gang gang (gang gang)
Always rep the gang gang
Always rep the gang gang gang gang (gang)
Always rep the gang gang gang gang
Whole lotta gang shit gang gang gang (gang)
Whole lotta gang shit ay gang gang gang yeah

(Verse 2)
She froze up when that ghost came
Big body rolls it be hoggin’ up both lanes
She lift her nose up when she want that cocaine
I lift my doors up the Lambo take propane
I throw my show in for hoes in the chokehold
At the door, we take cell phones no photos
Money comin’ in too much I can’t hold, truckload
I’m hot I can’t be trappin’ in the streets they want the plug fo’
And all I want is nachos
And all I want is Huncho (Huncho)
Pulls strings like a banjo (banjo)
And the keys a piano (piano)
Take me back to the back do’ (bad do’)
I can see my foot on a door knob
Make it back to the gang that’s the whole job
Chop it up and just talk about what we got
Whatcha got? Whatcha got? Whatcha got?
Whippin’ that Draco brr
And she said she love me but that’s something we’ll never know (never know)
Honestly, that’s all I really wanna know (wanna know)
Ain’t tryna waste my time its time to let you go (let you go)
I can’t go out sad about a hoe
And to that money I propose

(Outro)
I can’t get upset about a hoe
Yeah no
Married to the money I propose
Always rep the gang gang gang gang
Suit up with the gang gang
Always rep the gang gang gang gang
I be reppin’ gang gang
Whole lotta gang shit gang gang gang
Hit her with that gang gang
Whole lotta gang shit gang gang gang
Always reppin’ gang gang

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Migos – Emoji A Chain Lyrics

(Intro: Future)
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’ma shoot you

(Pre-Chorus: Offset)
Hey, I, count the guwop (count, count)
Set up shop (oh, oh), f**k the cops (f**k 12)
Wayne worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh lord)
And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’

(Chorus: Offset)
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (hey)
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (whoo)
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (hey)
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (whoo)
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain

(Verse 1: Offset)
Ni**as out here ain’t got stain (yeah)
Making this money, been balling on ni**as
They think I’ve been sounding too lame
Pull up and “what the f**k ni**a” that’s strange (what the f**k)
Water on my neck and my wrist (splash, splash)
Look at this fluid (splash)
200 sit on my dash, smash
12, I’ma lose ’em
Hot commodity, the dope on hot commodity
The drop is on fire
I’m at the top and I took your slot, you ni**as ain’t hot (cold)
Go to the lot and drop
I want the drop, robot
Ni**as gon’ talk and pop
You get shot out your socks
What you want lil mama? Go ‘head and f**k on my partner
Comfort your head like a liner
White, these diamonds albino
Wrapping the brick like a gyro
Migo gang Cinco De Mayo

(Pre-Chorus: Offset)
Hey, I, count the guwop (count, count)
Set up shop (oh, oh), f**k the cops (f**k 12)
Wayne worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh lord)
And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’

(Chorus: Offset)
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain

(Verse 2: Takeoff)
Flipping the bird, I put a brick in her purse
These ni**as evil, a curse
I pray and send ’em to church
I’ma pull up on your turf
I’m with the smoking, who get it first
No addy but I’ma learn
I ain’t been hurt since birth
I know my rights and worth
Birds and Gerald LaVert
I show you the plug at work
He careful from sittin’ but I was a curve
She pull up on me, a curve
Hop in the Rolls and swerve
The watch two tone
It’s white and red so much water
I’ma have to learn how to surf

(Pre-Chorus: Offset)
Hey, I, count the gwap (count, count)
Set up shop (oh, oh), f**k the cops (f**k 12)
Wayne worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh lord)
And these, thotties don’t got manners, slurpin’

(Chorus: Offset)
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain

(Verse 3: Quavo)
You can’t get a bag, makin’ me laugh (hah) my hips
I Gucci my belt, makin’ an emoji my whip (emoji)
Huncho barbarian, McLaren, I park at fif’s
And the comparison, I’m staring at lines of shrimps
Cruise, of course, like a blimp
Dunking a boat like I’m Kim
Slangin the (?) like a chimp
Shot on me walk with a limp
ni**as so don’t attempt
Ice on change the temp
No sense bangin’ them
Don’t let strangers in
Twist your fingers in
Gangsters sh*t begin
Used to get in and kickin’ the doors and now I want the back end
Used to sleep on Metro’s floors, f**kin’ a b**ch and her friend
Waking them up with a text, say “hoe, let your day begin”

(Pre-Chorus: Offset)
Hey, I, count the gwap (count, count)
Set up shop (oh, oh), f**k the cops (f**k 12)
Wayne worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh lord)
And these, thotties don’t got manners, slurpin’

(Chorus: Offset)
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain

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Listen Migos and Post Malone New Song “Notice Me”

Migos link up with Post Malone on their new Culture II single “Notice Me.”

The album comes with 24 tracks so last week when Migos said Culture II would be the biggest album of the year they weren’t joking. “Notice Me” is one of the standout tracks with Post Malone taking care of the chorus and Quavo coming through for the bridge. “Saint Laurent upon my feet / All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me / And you know I got that Rol’ on me / I put it slow on me,” he raps.

Aside from Post Malone, there are some big names on the album like 2 Chainz, Gucci Mane, 21 Savage, Big Sean, Travis Scott, and Drake who is featured on the hot new single “Walk It Talk It.” Post and 21 Savage currently has one of the most popular songs in the country with “Rockstar” holding firm at No. 3 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.

Listen Migos and Post Malone new single “Notice Me” below.

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Listen Drake and Migos New Song – “Walk It Talk It”

Drake came through for Migos on their new single “Walk It Talk It” off Culture II.

The album is now out and Drake is among a all-star lineup on the guest list that also includes, Big Sean, Nicki Minaj, Gucci Mane, 21 Savage, Post Malone, Cardi B, and more. The 6 God has been breaking streaming records all week so naturally fans are already gravitating towards this single “Walk It Talk It.” The track was produced by Kanye West, Kevin Federline, and Southside.

“Aye! I gotta stay in my zone / Say that we been beefing, dog / But you on your own! / First night, she gon’ let me f**k ‘Cause we grown / I hit her, gave her back,” Drake raps while Quavo did the chorus. Each of the Migos rappers came through with a verse.

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Gucci Mane Might Want To Stay Out Of The Hood Another Rapper Warns

Gucci Mane made a visit to his hood recently and it stirred up a lot of bad blood.

The East Atlanta Santa posted a photo of himself leaving a convenience store in Bouldercrest over the Christmas holiday. He was wearing a Gucci tracksuit and carrying a scratch-off lottery ticket in one hand, but it’s his caption that got the most attention. “Face I make when they say Guwop don’t run Bouldercrest like #ElGato,” he wrote. He also posted another photo of himself inside the convenience store where he wrote, “At the Texaco on Bouldercrest I sold nicks and dimes at as a teenager.”

Another rapper from the East Atlanta neighborhood, Young Nudy, fired off a shot on Instagram basically saying that he is the one who locks down Bouldercrest. “Last time I checked #PDE #Run #Bouldercrest We Don’t No buddy He don’t Be in the hood Dats A big CAP I got the hold #Bouldercrest #and #Eastatlant #mygucci #voice,” Nudy wrote.

Gucci Mane released an album in December last year titled “The Return of East Atlanta Santa” where he paid homage to his hood.

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Gucci Mane – Peepin Out The Blinds

[Intro]
Gato, ha
They count to my chart
Take my shit, you should post too
Ka, ba, gato

[Chorus]
Firing at niggas, I’m firing at niggas
I’m firing at niggas outside
I feel like Malcolm X I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out firing at niggas, firing at niggas
I hear sirens, I’m firin’, I’m firing at niggas
I’m like Malcolm X, I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out

[Verse 1]
Bow, bow, bow
Man down, click clack
Who your man now
Know you heard ’bout Gucci Mane that boy ’bout letting that thang sound
You stunt on Instagram, I’m in a rental van now
Don’ know how this shit gon’ turn, but I won’t run my mouth
Nigga run up on me, Imma back his ass down
Imma stand up, nigga, I will never lay down
I bad place by the cartel, they gon’ knock us head down
One thing ’bout the Eskimos, dem boys don’t fuck around
Jamaican plugs and Mexicans, they spoilin’ me with pounds
Medellín affiliated, grow it out the ground
We grow it out the ground

[Chorus]
Firing at niggas, I’m firing at niggas
I’m firing at niggas outside
I feel like Malcolm X I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out firing at niggas, firing at niggas
I hear sirens, I’m firin’, I’m firing at niggas
I’m like Malcolm X, I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out

[Verse 2]
Boston, George Diego flow, my bitch like Griselda though
Thousand pounds of yellow dough
Rich ass junkie, full of money
Cameras watchin’ every door
Ten mill in an envelope
Banana boat with telescope
I count 2 mil on Periscope
Duplex is exceptional, burglar bars protect the door
Draco on the floor, and AR-15 on the sectional
And young nigga with plenty dough
I done hit so many hoes
Eenie menie minie hoe, I’m way he’s protection though
My Smith and Wesson teach a lesson what you call your brother for?
You ain’t even special hoe, why you gettin’ all extra for
Why that nigga pull up to my truck acting aggressive for?
I bless you I don’t stress you, if it’s pressure then it’s pressure (grra)

[Chorus]
Firing at niggas, I’m firing at niggas
I’m firing at niggas outside
I feel like Malcolm X I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out firing at niggas, firing at niggas
I hear sirens, I’m firin’, I’m firing at niggas
I’m like Malcolm X, I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out

[Outro]
Man down, click clack!
Who your man now

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Gucci Mane Drops “El Gato The Human Glacier” Album: Listen

Gucci Mane is back with another album just before Christmas, El Gato The Human Glacier.

The 11 track album comes with not a single guest feature and was produced entirely by Southside. On the project you can find singles like “Peeping Out The Blinds,” “Mall,” “Side EFX,” “El Gato’s Revenge,” and more. With this new freezing album, Gucci Mane caps off a big year where he he dropped a joint project, Droptopwop, with Metro Boomin, another solo album, Mr. Davis, in October, and getting married to his longtime girlfriend Keyshia Ka’oir.

Aside from Cardi B, Gucci Mane perhaps had one of the biggest years in hip hop among artists after being shipped home from prison in May last year looking a lot healthier and happier. The East Atlanta Santa rapper announced the new album last month, telling his fans on social media that it will arrive in time for Christmas. He made good on that promise and his fans are happy. He also informed us that the project will come with no guest feature despite 21 Savage being featured on the “Just Like It.” But Savage is not credited on the album for the feature.

Gucci Mane announced earlier this week that he will be making a movie about the album. “I’m gone make a movie about #ElGatoTheHumanGlacier so consider the 12 songs as my first screenplay,” he wrote on Twitter. Listen to the new album El Gato The Human Glacier on Apple Music below.

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Gucci Mane Reveals “El Gato Human Glacier” Album Release Date & Artwork

It will be a ice cold Christmas for Gucci Mane.

Guwop just reveals the release date and the cover art for his upcoming album El Gato The Human Glacier. The project is slated for a December 22, 2017 release and the artwork features a ice sculpture of Gucci Mane’s head beside a lion carved on the side of a glacier. “#ElGatoTheHumanGlacier drops Dec22nd !!! Brrr F**k a Feature,” the Atlanta rapper wrote. The last part of his statement indicates that the album will likely comes without any guest features.

Gucci Mane first announced the new album last month, just weeks after dropping his last project Mr. Davis just before his wedding date. The project has guest verses from Chris Brown, Nicki Minaj, Migos, Monica, Slim Jxmmi, ASAP Rocky, Big Sean and more. El Gato The Human Glacier will be the third album Gucci released this year after delivering DropTopWop, a collaborative effort with Metro Boomin, in May.

Last year, Gucci Mane drops another album just before Christmas, The Return Of East Atlanta Santa, which was released on December 16. Since his released from prison in May last year, Guwop has already released around half a dozen projects. The “Members Only” rapper is currently working on more upcoming projects including a movie with Rick Ross, due for release sometime next year.

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Migos – Roll In Peace (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Verse 1: Offset]
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin’ light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie, yeah, that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it
Count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it
Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m O-Dog from Menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the Lord, forgive me (hey)

[Verse 2: TakeOff]
Pop me a missile (ayy)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Whole gang itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lenny
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail ’em
Which way? Dat way, tell ’em, ayy

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Man it’s Gucci Mane the Goat
And I’m at these rappers throats
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna keep afloat
Yeah it’s Wop the Guwopster
I live like a mobster
Eat shrimp and lobster
I flew in with a chopper
Breaking bread that’s my breakfast
Two bitches I’m so selfish
I wanna cut her off
Her head too good it got me helpless
Ya should feel embarrassed
I just touched down in Paris
My homie said he single but his side-bitches are married
Save some for the drama though
Guess I’m still the DJ
[?]
So I’m throwing cash and repay
Flush it on the freeway
Got cash [?] 3k
Countin’ cash for three days and all my pussy’s prepaid

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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