Альбом Gucci Mane

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(Feat. Yatta Mann)

[Intro:]
Yeah, that boy Gucci
Got my nigga block in this bitch
East Atlanta's finest
E.C.T South!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Early in the morning Nigga Imma be up
Imma be up, Imma be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up
It's time to re-up It's time to re-up;
7:30 in the morning, Nigga we gon' be up
We gon' be up, we gon' be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up
It's time to re-up, it's time to re-up;

[Verse 1: Yatta Mann]
Boys what it do?
Nigga getcha g's up
Dope man bitch!
Call me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen smells like fish, the fish scale dog
1000 Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber band stacks
Spent a Ѕ a mill wit Papi watch how fast I get it back
The dope boys love me
Taught'em how to cook
You whip it real hard, cold water, let it drop
The dope man bitch!
Sold bricks, sold rocks
100 thousand dollars, fell like I shot a cop
The dope man bitch!
Sold grams, sold white
Cook the work 10 minutes
Fiends gave me 5 pipes
New York nigga's love how I work that turn pipe
Got Micheal Jackson yay
Powder 10, but it cook white
I don't get nervous when I ride them highways
Dope man bitch!
Everyday is my birthday!

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[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I got the city on lock!
Have you ever seen a million dollars in a Nike shoe box?
I can show you how to trap!
100 grand worth of cap
And I pray that my phone ain't tapped!
Nigga buy for the smell of it
Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the hell of it
7 on the dot!
Got some cain and its jumping out the pot!
I'm in the game so I give it all I got
To a million dollar spot
I got a rainbow Range same color as lean
Wit the matching rims on it, man that bitch so clean
Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a fruity Chevelle
If I drop the top back, bubble kush you gon' smell
Every flip I cop another whip
Every trap I cop another chain
Every play I cop another tool
What these nigga's know bout Gucci Mane?
Notta damn thang!
I'm icy, something like a polar bear
When your girl give me brain better hold her hair
100 Grand in the bag just to make you stare
Re-up wit the man
Gucci Mane Lil'Flap

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[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Go with our rental cars
Used to serve hard to Mountain Park;
Now I stand behind the burglar bars
Say Lil'Breeze best smoke ya gars;
I'm the hustler of the century
When you think of money mention me
I said my buddy get it to the key
From Arkansas to Tennessee
Every Brick, Pill. And every “P”
Some how it doesn't come from me
I'm on T.V gettin interviewed
Still got them thangs in the intertubes
8 grand for the good purp
A t-shirt, under my t-shirt
Aye lock it up, that's a bad word
You had to whip it till your wrist hurt
You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or Block
Got'chu a dime to a block
I'm knocked diamonds and I never stop
Disturbing cocaine; duckin cops

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Yeah Yeah [x2]
She A Very Freaky Girl Dont Bring Her To Mamma
First You Get Her Name Then You Get Her Number
Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat Of
The Hummer Then You Get Some Brain In The Front
Seat Of The Hummer

Let Me Set The Record Straight Hater You
Participate Three Girls Wit Me Like Im Goin
On Elemidate Say You Got A Man But Ya Man Aint
Here The Ice In Ma Ear Shine Like A Shandaleer
Jumpin Out The Phantom Dont You Think Im Handsom
Watch On Ma Wrist Cost More Than A Mansion Bet
Cha Baby-Daddy Aint Icin Like The Kid Be Got
Cha Baby Momma Front Seat Of The Faraee

She A Very Freaky Girl Dont Bring Her To Mamma
First You Get Her Name Then You Get Her Number
Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat Of The
Hummer Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat
Of The Hummer

Gucci Mane The Fly Baby Im That Guy Girls
Eyeballs Pop When I Ride By My Money Long
As A Lemo Just To Show Off I Put Ma Wrist
Out The Window Ride Thru The Six Lil Kids
Scream Bingo Fell Off In The Spot Light
Aye Let's Migle Then The Dj Play Ma New Single
The Club Got Crazy All The Hoes Went Phsyco

Dont Be Deceded Girl I Know You Here Girl I
Know Ya Secret Girl But Im Gon Keep It Girl
Oh You's A College Girl Be A Gucci Girl Oh
You A Gucci Fan Let's Go To Gucci Land You
Diggin Gucci Man Cause Only Cuchi Can Drop
A Stack Pop You Back Wit A Rubberband You
Diggin Gucci Gucci Let's Do The Cuchi Cuchi
Oh That's You Girlfriend Why Dont You Introduce Me

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(feat. MC Breeze)

[Chorus:]
Mac Bre-Z:Is you rollin (repeat 3 times)
Gucci:Bitch i might be(repeat 3 times)
Mac Bre-Z:Girl he geeked up(repeat 3 times)
Gucci:Bitch I might be (repeat 3 times)
Yeeaaaaahhh!

[Verse 1:]
East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy til your bitch came in
Bout the same time that that thang kicked in
Now she aint really pretty but she got a nice body
Im geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body
Aint your name lil Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
Im off three double stacks and Im lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I dont know where Im goin
On two eighty five i keep ridin in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple
Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice cause im really really trippin
went to the strip club and request that im da man
The next thing you know I was throwin rubberbands

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[Verse 2:]
Shawty tellin me she aint neva suck no dick
Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch
You a lie but I aint gonna get upset right now
But I wish I had a lie detector test right now
You say you marry well bitch you might be
But I bet your husband aint Icy like me
She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee
When dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans
I dont pay her but I still keep that thrax on me
Imma the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves thats three
Aint no waffle house baby hell I cant eat
Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme
Wearin doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked
Top the top on that thang let you see my seats
We've been rollin rollin rollin we aint slept in weeks

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[Verse 3:]
Gucci Mane [?] nigga get your mind right
Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight
sell a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight
See Im 30 in the morning on a all night flight
Im high like Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
A rich rock star nigga Im gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz thats at least bout 40
ill pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans
take two of these pillz call me in the morning
Fifty thousand pillz man Im so real
Three dollars for a pill thats a damn good deal

Ay wassup Gucci Mane. Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rollin or somethin.

Shit well baby I might be. But got damn what is you doin. You jockin a playa. You ch-Chewy ova here right. Look I aint K-Rab baby You know what I mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum. What I'm doin is not your business. But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin? Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress. So do what you do iight. Imma give you this hundred dollars. Go get you what ever you drankin. Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices nd we'll be straight how bout that. Aand is you straight is you single or is you marry.
Cause I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be YEEEAAAAAAAHHH

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(feat. Ludacris & Lil kim)

Yeah Yeah [x2]

[Chorus:]
She A Very Freaky Girl Don't Bring Her To Mamma
First You Get Her Name Then You Get Her Number
Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat Of
The Hummer Then You Get Some Brain In The Front
Seat Of The Hummer

[Lil Kim:]
Ohh...
You want a freaky girl?
Welcome to Kim's World
You ain't gon' wanna leave
Just like a kid at DisneyWorld
My deepthroat'll have you squirtin' like a watergun
Coochie overflowin' like somebody let the faucet run
Bust one, fuck it, I ain't done
I've got more to come
Friends? Tell' em... more to come
We gon' have some mo' fun
Yeaaaah...
Chew on me like some bubblegum
I'll lick you like a lollipop
Once you taste my honeybun
Inside a lil' secret
Just like my underwear
You know pain is pleasure
Can you make me shed a tear?
Smack my ass, grab my neck
Got 'em cummin' everywhere
I'mma freak so I don't care
Just don't get none in my hair
Now he callin' me wifey
And he wanna introduce me
Takin' me on shoppin' sprees
He wanna buy me Gucci
Zoomin' like a boosie
On the back of his Suzuki
And I ain't even sex 'em
All I did was let him eat my pussy, Gucci

[Ludacris:]
I got sum brain n the front seat of the hummer
Nd if u can make it rain then ludacris can make it thunder
I ain't messin with these lames but it seem I make them wonder
How I came nd took the game 4 the past 7 summers
Now yo woman wanna get it from the front from the back and if she with it I'm a hit it from the side
Give wut u want in the lac cause she a freak girl and I can see it in her eyes
She can go tic or tac it's so good that I make her wanna cry
A little bit a little that 4 a 2 piece biscuit nd sum fries
Straight from churches ya boyfriends worthless
Cause luda go deep while he barely scratch the surface
She itching for a scratch like she dj jc if u looking fo ya match Bitch come and find me
I be in the A town I ain't that hard to find
Put ya legs up in the air and see the DTP sign
IF ya wanna meet my mama that's a thing I won't do
U say muthafuck me nah muthafuck you kno why

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She A Very Freaky Girl Don't Bring Her To Mamma
First You Get Her Name Then You Get Her Number
Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat Of
The Hummer Then You Get Some Brain In The Front
Seat Of The Hummer

[Lil' Kim:]
I'm a very freaky girl
Very freaky girl, girl

Very freaky girl
Very freaky girl, girl... [x2]

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