Browse Month: May 2017

Dan + Shay – Stop, Drop + Roll (Home Free Cover)

Do you wanna wanna, do you wanna wanna go?

Got a blue sky, got a fast ride, got all the time in the world so come on little girl
We can leave town right now, take it down the interstate
Yeah baby let’s get outta here
Yeah baby let’s get out of here
Girl, tell me what I wanna hear
Do you wanna wanna, do you wanna wanna go?
Whoa, all we gotta do is stop, let the top drop and roll, let it roll
Bass bumpin’ on the car door
We can leave town right now, take it down the interstate
Pedal on the floorboard, lay a little bit of rubber down this road
You’re turnin’ me on, turnin’ me on, turnin’ me on
Yeah, roll down the windows, let your hair blow, let it all blow, let it all blow
That’s just what I wanna hear
Roll down the windows, let your hair blow, let your hair blow
There’s a two lane getaway red hot summer day
Bass bumpin’ on the car door
Jump into my ’65 Mustang, ain’t she a pretty thing?

Pedal on the floorboard, lay a little bit of rubber down this road
Do you wanna wanna, do you wanna wanna go?
Whoa, all we gotta do is stop, let the top drop and roll, let it roll
Roll down the windows, let your hair blow, let it all blow, let it all blow
Just get gone, oh baby we could just get lost while the radio plays our favorite song
Pedal on the floorboard, lay a little bit of rubber down this road

Just like you, and it’s burnin’ me up, burnin’ me up, burnin’ me up

Whoa, all we gotta do is stop, let the top drop and roll, let it roll
Burnin’ me, up burnin’ me up, burnin’ me up,

Got a blue sky, got a fast ride, got all the time in the world so come on little girl
Got a blue sky, got a fast ride, got all the time in the world so come on little girl
Bass bumpin’ on the car door
Well turnin’ it up, turnin’ it up, turnin’ it up

CupcakKe – CPR (Uncensored)

Put my mouth on it like CPR (let’s make porn and watch it on VCR)
Peddle in this pussy that’s how you rock a boat
Name anything freaky and you know I’m bout the shit
I got 3 holes for it like a pretzel (uhmm)

I fuck doggy style so much I need to go to the vet
Pussy a kitty cat I pet it like a pet
And if you unemployed I can give you a ass job
I’m bout’ to make your balls stick up like space buns
Becky with the good hair is what you could call her
Yo banana in my mouth watch my tongue go ape
Ain’t no laying down man we bout to have late fun
Tight as a virgin boy don’t get nervous (tight)
(uh uh uh uh uh uh)
Long stick inside my river but we not going fishing
Know what to do every time you have a horrible day
Yo dick brick hard like a medal (uhh)
Pubic hairs all in my mouth, not again
Right there
It would make my pussy wetter than a fishbowl
Tongue tickle yo’ dick but not telling a joke
Then I turn around and give the dick more kisses than Hershey’s
Um, dois, três, quatro
More like a scorching pussy Hotbox?
[Chorus]

Place it down my throat Want your dick soaked?
I’ll eat that sausage all day like it’s Memorial Day
Give more head than a hoodie
I save dick by giving it CPR (i save dick by giving it CPR, YES)

Today way wetter than my past slob
Dirty panties from the sex yeah I got me some loads
Who need a gym when you got dick to work you out?
So when I suck yo’ dick now I use bobby pins
I think we should fuck up in every zip code
And any time my pussy wannabe hairy like Harry Potter
I’m here to serve you customer service (right)

I want my face to lose weight so stroke my mouth
[Verse 2]
Dick twisting in my stomach like food poisoning
I’ll make your pants unzip more than Ziploc
Every time you make me cum it look just like vanilla pudding
Licking on that penis like a letter when I seal it
[Chorus]
Sit on yo face all day until you say "bae it hurt me"
(uh uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh ughhh uhhh)
Yo’ dick getting more blows than a birthday cake
In the sheets I am a bully
Open this coochie up like a fortune cookie
When I’m near it no I don’t fear it
Listen, I’m the most explicit
Tight as a virgin boy don’t get nervous (tight)
Put my mouth on it like CPR (let’s make porn and watch it on VCR)
Let’s get it!
And the mayonnaise comes when you bust right on it
I’m talking barbecue sauce and mustard on it
No quick head in my bed I can’t have that
Give it to me now
Thats how you know when you hit the spot
I got 3 holes for it like a pretzel (uhmm)
[Verse 1]
Only time i’m not on the dick is when I’m bout’ to shit
Yo dick brick hard like a medal (uhh)
Pussy already wet don’t need no lube ointment
A little faster
I save dick by giving it CPR (i save dick by giving it CPR, YES)

A little more
[Bridge]
I’m here to serve you customer service (right)
It get live in this pussy I’m not talking Periscope

[Intro]
Anything goes when you up in my hole
[Verse 3]
I want that long neck not talking giraffe neck

Kodie Shane – Check

Landed, I just landed tonight
Water

Water, diamonds stay all on my neck just look how they dance…
[Verse 1]

I wanna roll for some, I’m switching hoes for some
Landed, I just landed tonight
I take on tour the planets, I’m on my way I’m just landed
Man this beat so hard
[Bridge]
Tryna take my swag I caught her, send her round all my collar

She said you got these boys upset, I guess
Diamonds on my neck…check
I got you girls and they just hate …best friends
Just let her stop all that assumption, I take my top like [?]
All these niggas wanna be me, they my sons and that’s my daughter
[Chorus]
Oh eye in the sky woke up on the rise

Said she gon’ she gon’ show me some
She must be up to something
I take on tour the planets, I’m on my way I just landed
[Pre Chorus]
She must be up to something
[Chorus]
Just let her stop all that assumption, I take my top like [?]
[Pre Chorus]
Said she gon’ she gon’ show me some
See I’m the best she ever had, I guess
See I’m the best she ever had, I guess I guess
She said you got these boys upset, I guess
I wanna roll for some, I’m switching hoes for some
Like water
Diamonds on my neck, check
I got you girls and they just hate, best friends
All of these niggas imposters
[Outro]

Gucci Mane – 5 Million Intro (Droptopwop Album)

Okay
Took my shirt off in the vert cuz the shirt in the way
This the, intro, Metro, Guccio, Wop, Wop!
Guwop’s a cook man, nobody holds a fork like me
Gucci Mane La Flare I make 5 Million a day

If that bitch ain’t gettin’ no money then that bitch in the way
If these hoes ain’t talkin’ bout fuckin’ then they just in the way

[Intro]
[Verse 1]

I’m Gucci Mane La Flare I make 5 Million a day
All these diamonds on it got me feelin’ some type of way
If that bitch ain’t gettin’ no money then that bitch in the way
I’m Gucci Mane La Flare I make 5 Million a day (5 million a day)
Ask all the boppers, them bitches like to fight ’bout me
I’m just slidin’ down the ‘crest on a hot summer day
[Chorus]
They sent me 5 Million dollars I hadn’t been out a week
But these Niggas ain’t get money man they just in the way
These niggas liars, no money in the vault like me
If these hoes ain’t talkin’ bout fuckin’ then they just in the way
If these hoes ain’t talkin’ bout fuckin’ then they just in the way
[Outro]
[Verse 2]
(Hol up) Let me clarify I made 5 Million today
I’m too rich to give a shit ’bout anyone but me
Took my shirt off in the vert cuz the shirt in the way
And if you ain’t gettin’ no money then you just in the way
I’m a supplier, nobody stops the drought like me
Metro on the beat Gucci Mane got a fleet
You got a hater mentality it’s hard to relate
My album dropped September but I’m booked up to May
[Chorus]
I’m Gucci Mane La Flare I make 5 Million a day (well damn, 5 Million a day?)
Then ask the robbers, nobody’s jewelry bright like me
Wop, huh
I’m Gucci pretty please take your foot off these
All these diamonds on my fist I’m feelin’ some type of way
Nigga lookin’ at my watch they feelin’ some type of way
Then ask the mobsters, they never sold that white like me
Took my shirt off in the vert cuz the shirt in the way
Nigga neck let em’ breathe but I just can’t be
All these diamonds on it got me feelin’ some type of way
All these diamonds on my fist I’m feelin’ some type of way
I’m just slidin’ down the ‘crest on a hot summer day
All these diamonds on it got me feelin’ some type of way
Drop the top on these haters cuz the top in the way
Orange vert black rims trick-or-treat on the streets
Drop the top on these haters cuz the top in the way
All these diamonds on my fist I’m feelin’ some type of way
Haha, hol up
With an all gold Roley, match the fork and the plate
And if you ain’t gettin’ no money then you just in the way

And if you ain’t gettin’ no money then you just in the way
And who gettin’ cheese with me cuz that’s all I see

$10,000,000 mansion Gucci Mane Estate
Gucci Mane La Flare I make 5 Million a day (Hold up, hold up, okay)
(Hol up) Let me clarify 20 mil out the gate
And I got 5 Million niggas playa hatin’ on me
[Outro]
I’m just slidin’ down the ‘crest on a hot summer day
Ask all the bloggers, cuz they love to write ’bout me
Metro Boomin’ want some more nigga
Why you bring your friend babe man that bitch in the way

Metro Boomin’ want some more nigga
[Chorus]
Drop the top on these haters cuz the top in the way

I’m Gucci Mane La Flare I make 5 Million a day (5 Million a day?)
Guwop’s a problem, nobody talks the talk like me
Shit I’m tryna fuck both of y’all I don’t like to play
Gucci Mane La Flare I make 5 Million a day
These bitches sayin’ that I’m gross cuz I skeet in they face
If that bitch ain’t gettin’ no money then that bitch in the way

Gucci Mane – Tho (Droptopwop Album)

Brr, brr
Drippin’ sauce excessively and it ain’t even called for
Got a bunch of tattoos, don’t ask my why I got them, though

Baby got a pretty face but I just want the mouth though
Gucci Mane and Metro, exclusive Jordan retro
New watch alert
Niggas talk sideways, I hit him in his mouth though
Was damn near 300 pounds, but I lost the weight, though
Metro, let’s try something (dope)
Huh
[?] (Huh?)
If the jewelry ain’t blindin’ me, then what it even about for?
I’m a ex con, used to sell crack at the Texaco
Known for toting guns and it’s what I’m on probation for
Got a lot of loved ones, but they ain’t here today, though
It’s Wizp, drop top
Gucci Mane a troublemaker, I’m trying to behave, though
Niggas want to sign to me, but I can’t even vouch for
Gucci super cutthroat, but I was born broke though
[Verse 1]
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
I’m a livin’ legend, I do magic with the draco
Really miss my homeboy, he in a early grave, though

All about the bucks bro, but this ain’t Tampa Bay, though
[Intro]
Back to back with Ralo, and we ain’t even deep though
New tape alert
And you can call me anything, but you can’t call me broke, though
Keep my head on a swivel, ’cause I robbed a couple folks
[Outro]
And Arizona mid-grade, I swear my life is great, bro

Huh, yeah
[Verse 2]
Didn’t have a pot to piss, so I wanted to throw it out, so
How you click them powder mines and y’all ain’t even street though?
He want a half of one (Go)
It’s Gucci
In the Peach State, but I’m sellin’ Cali grapes, though
300 pounds of mid-grade, I took it ‘cross the state, though
New whip alert
I was sellin’ half a O trappin’ at the Zesto
I fly the dope in on a drone for the pesos
Had a murder charge, but they ain’t found me guilty though
Go
You ain’t come to suck me up, then what you in the house for?
It’s Drop top
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

Aye wassup bruh, ride with me somewhere (Yo)
Who you think you talking to? I had to stop your mouth, bro
Yeah, I told the nigga "Meet me at the Zesto" (Dope)
Brand new Air Max and they ain’t even out though
People say they cloned me because I changed my ways, though
Niggas keep on trying me, I think they feelin’ brave, though
[Skit]

Gucci Mane – Hurt A Nigga Feelings (Droptopwop Album)

Don’t compare them lil’ boys to me, twenty million out the gate
Wop!
I’m up thirty million, hurt a nigga feelings
If you listenin’ to just what I said you might be more aware
Coupe a half million, hurt a nigga feelings

I’m so hood, no matter how much I’m still gon’ get some rims
Steppin’ out like a Fiji water, sparklin’ with gems
Coupe a half million, hurt a nigga feelings
Coupe a half million, hurt a nigga feelings

Watch a quarter million, hurt a nigga feelings
Pop me one of those whatchumacalls and fucked her on the sink
I jumped down the Benz
[Verse 1]
More concerned ’bout the cash you earn and not the clothes you wear
[Intro]
Watch a quarter million, hurt a nigga feelings
Ha, it’s Wizop
Watch a quarter million, hurt a nigga feelings
They just tryin’ to keep up with the kid and ain’t been out a year
Me and mines were like Bonnie and Clyde and we ain’t try pretend
Not there through thick and thin
Found out my friends weren’t really my friends
Gucc’ Atlantic just mailed me 10 mills and I’m not even there
House ten million, hurt a nigga feelings
When I pull with them guns my nig’, you know it’s COD
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you
[Outro]
All these diamonds drapped all over me, your bitch can’t even see

Baby lickin’ the back on my balls, now I can’t even think
Burr
I’m up thirty million, hurt a nigga feelings
House ten million, hurt a nigga feelings
Coupe a half million, hurt a nigga feelings

Baby lucky if she leave with me cause I don’t even care
Out the pen ain’t been home two minutes
House ten million, hurt a nigga feelings
Watch a quarter million, hurt a nigga feelings
These are Gucci boots they cost two stacks man, these are not no Timbs
I’m up thirty million, hurt a nigga feelings
All these anti-depressants I sell I think that I’m a shrink
These exotic fabrics make her wanna suck me up for free
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
House ten million, hurt a nigga feelings
Back to all these pints stuffed in my house and I don’t even drink
Metro why you wanna do this tape man you know that they gon’ hate
Re-rock a brick, put it in the press then Nick and Diddy T’d it
[Chorus]
See the world through my darkly tinted vintage Gucci lens
Oh, you thought you was on to somethin’ man you boys ain’t even real

I’m up thirty million, hurt a nigga feelings
Niggas hurt cause they seen that ‘Vert drop top, half a M
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you

Gucci Mane – Helpless (Droptopwop Album)

And I want that pussy to myself, I’m selfish (true)
If you ain’t seen her naked, nigga, you ain’t seen nothin’
Huh
[Chorus]
Try to stay away from her but I can’t help it
Huh, Metro, Guwop
The way she put that pussy on me, I feel helpless
I’m addicted, somebody please help me
I’m so helpless
She got a church girl smile but a bedroom body
Tell me "hurry up" ’cause her home girl comin’
You’re like, "Damn, you don’t care if you’re wrong or right?"
Talkin’ good cardio, we healthy
And I want that pussy to myself, I’m selfish (true)
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
I feel helpless (please help me)
I’m so helpless

(Please help me, huh, somebody please help me)
(Please help me, huh, somebody please help me)
[Intro]
Say she got that Sunshine pussy from Harlem Nights
Goin’ hard on that Patrón, girl it’s on tonight
Please tell me Is there a pussy rehab?
And I want that pussy to myself, I’m selfish (true)
Dick harder than a rock, she felt me

Expensive lingerie on, she sexy
I feel helpless (please help me)
Told me beat it up, I say "You ain’t said nothin’"
I feel helpless (please help me)
Try to stay away from her but I can’t help it
But this ain’t no church girl, this a grown ass woman
I’m so helpless
I’m the best that ever did it, fuck Elvis (Wop)
Make you come home, say "I ain’t comin’ home for life"
The way she put that pussy on me, I feel helpless
Say she want a nigga like me that’s wealthy
[Verse 2]
I want head in the morning, fuck breakfast
See me with her girlfriend, she jealous
Say she want a nigga like me that’s wealthy
Actin’ like we family, but bitch we ain’t cousins

Dressed up like a naughty nurse like Halloween comin’
She asked me when I’m comin’ home, she text me

Tryna set this bed on fire like it’s kerosene burning
Laughin’ but that camel in her jeans mean muggin’

(Please help me, huh, somebody please help me)
Try to stay away from her but I can’t help it
Helpless, please help me
Knockin’ out the stuffings man, I’m trampoline jumpin’
I’m helpless
Get to diggin’ in her stomach, got her grown ass runnin’
A thousand dollars, fuck her long, she smell me
Say she want a nigga like me that’s wealthy
Ayy, lil’ Metro on that beat
The way she put that pussy on me, I feel helpless
[Chorus]
When she put that pussy on me I feel helpless
I woke up with a rich bitch, we wealthy
I put it on her so good, she helpless
I’m addicted like a fiend so I give her green money

Gucci Mane – Met Gala (feat. Offset) (Droptopwop Album)

I take your heart out and shoot your bladder up (agh)
I feel like I’m fightin’ an octopus (woo)
Pull out the fire and you better grab it all (brrr)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
Came in the game with a key (key)
I’m havin’ this shit what you hadn’t (havin’ it)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
[Intro: Offset]
Yeah, Gucci the man, cash in the caddy (guwop)
I just let the met gala dressin’ up formal (formal)
Hop on the jet, this a 20 passenger (jet)
Finesse a nigga then get this shit right (huh)
Poppin’ that shit ’cause he thinkin’ he pipe, pipe
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
I’ma play dumb but that’s see out the plot (plot)
They drunk and they just walkin’ barely
I don’t care for no obstacles
Fuckin’ a thot on the ocean, Dubai (thot)
[Chorus: Offset]
Mad ’cause a nigga get popular (grr)
I just left the Met Gala dressin’ up formal (formal)
I fight for my gang, I won’t let ’em lose (gang)
Bitch, I’m Offset and I’m ’bout to set it off (hey, hey)
I’m fuckin’ these thotties, they tryna get come up (come up)
Then come to find out it’s photographers (flash)
Drop Top Wop but the top is up (skrt, skrt)
Hey
You hear this dope and your heart gonna stop (hey)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
This is good week, we stackin’ up Ms
Your bitch, she wantin’ the pipe, aight
Hopped in my DM and rode me a kite, flight (yeah)
Ran up my money and I’m talkin’ lateral (bag)

I’ll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
A nigga rob you, you be practicing (bow)
And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’ (Wraith)
This shit started off likes (huh)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
She know what I’m ’bout (hey)
Feds watch me through binoculars (feds)
And they treat me like one of the Jacksons
These niggas ain’t trippin’, they makin’ transactions (nah)
But we so different, we keepin’ the Glock (bow)
And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’ (Wraith)
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)

On sight, right, nigga, goodnight (on sight)
Look at my boogers, they big as you (booger)
Woo
Suck the dick game, she a leech (leech)
Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
I just woke up in a palace (woo)
Negative turn to a positive (woo, woo, woo)
And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’ (Wraith)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
[Verse 1: Offset]
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Flex on a hoe wanna lock me up, yo (flex)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
I’m headed to Paris to pick up a bag (go, go, go)
Came in the game with a key (key)
[Chorus: Offset]
I could care less ’bout the bloggers, boy (no)
Flew in two bitches from Cali (pew)
They callin’ the cops (12)
Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
I’m havin’ more stripes than Adidas boots (havin’ that)
Me and the Wop, Biggie and Pac (Wop)
You could get shot with your nigga too (bow)
[Chorus: Offset]
This is good weed, we stackin’ up Ms
Get to the top and we blew the ladder up (top)
Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
Showin’ respect like your daddy (respect)
Mil’ in a week (hey)
Hunnid rounds drum with the knife (brr)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
And she on the very first flight (go)
Four bitches all tryna swallow this

Mil’ in a week (hey)
80K stuffed in my joggers, boy (80 boy)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
Had that bitch high off a Perc and Adderall (high)
Now that I’m gettin’ this money
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
Offset
This stick make a nigga do boogaloo (brr)
Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
Thought it was killers, camped out in my bushes (brr)
Wizop
I’m fuckin’ these thotties, they tryna get commas (come up)
Dick in her mouth like I’m edible (dickin’ that)
I’m on a yacht and a yacht on my watch (yacht)
Suck the dick game, she a leech (leech)
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane (Offset)]
Nigga stop shootin’, you better move (brr)

Now that I’m gettin’ this money
These Bs on me, I can’t barely (B)
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
I tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Southside
This is good week, we stackin’ up Ms
Offset the mania, I’m the massacre (hey)
Mil’ in a week (hey)
I did a walk through, I’m in Dallas, man (walk through)
Now that I’m gettin’ this money
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
I just left the met gala dress up formal (formal)
Bentley Mulsanne but this is masseuse (skrt)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)

I’m fuckin’ these thotties, they tryna get come up (come up)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)

Gucci Mane – Finesse The Plug Interlude (Droptopwop Album)

A Financial advisor, I make you wiser
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where’s the love?
Kick you dead in your ass, tell you "Take that with you"
All that flexin’ with that pack, boy, you gots potential
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where’s the love?

[Intro]
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where’s the love?
The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust
I got extra drugs
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where’s the love?
I can never be a victim ’cause my bruh name Victor
Tellin’ lies to the judge with my hand on the Bible
And we take chances, ’cause life is a gamble
No harm, no foul, but the team just blitzed ya
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
The more niggas you bring, in Glocks we trust
My hood is a jungle, get burnt like charcoal
I’m a shyster, I’m spiteful and I love rifles
I suggest you niggas don’t fuck with us
Huh
The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust
[Verse 1]
If you a rival, I trick you, watch your tag and title
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where’s the love?
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
Gucci two pistols, get robbed at the Crystals
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where’s the love?
It’s a lowdown dirty gang, no ref, no whistle
[Verse 2]
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where’s the love?
Slap you clean ‘cross your head, tell the docs to stitch ya
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where’s the love?
Haha

I suggest you niggas don’t fuck with us
(Where’s the love, where’s the love)
Trick you out your cargo, I feel like Pablo
[Chorus]
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where’s the love?
And I love white folks, I walk on a tightrope
A conniver, a miser, a plug despiser
I suggest that you niggas don’t fuck with us
I suggest you niggas don’t fuck with us
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust
Shitbag no tissue, we so rough with ya
[Chorus]
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I’m a trickster, she love how I’m rockin’ my crystals
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where’s the love?
Three brothers, no sister, we so rough with ya
I finessed
I suggest you niggas don’t fuck with us
Huh
Take dope from the narcos and bring it to Flat Shoals
It’s Metro
[Outro]
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where’s the love?
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where’s the love?
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs

The more niggas you bring, in Glocks we trust
Ahh
Shy with ya last week, today I gots to get ya
The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust
Gun bust you with the draco, now you need dentures

Huh, whoo
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust
The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust
I suggest that you niggas don’t fuck with us
I’m a slimer, a grimer, a real big-timer
I do stunts like MacGyver for my survival
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
[Chorus]
I suggest you niggas don’t fuck with us

I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I suggest you niggas don’t fuck with us

Gucci Mane – Dance With The Devil (Droptopwop Album)

Taking street drugs like they ass can’t die
Diamonds on my pinky ring dancing, dancing
[Hook]
Real trap niggas take chances, flirting with the devil slow dancing
Diamonds on my pinky ring dancing, dancing
I took her to the 6 but no, that’s not Toronto
A ghetto superstar make a bitch want to dance with the devil
Pitching dog food, make a junkie out your husband
Yellow bitch, her dark skin friend, call it gumbo
Diamonds on my wrist and fist dancing, dancing
Diamonds on a nigga neck dancing, dancing
Real trap niggas take chances, flirting with the devil slow dancing
[Hook]
Get the gloves and the shovel, he’s tryna dance with the devil
Acting stiff but her booty keep choosing
Diamonds on my wrist and fist dancing, dancing
Dancing
Gucci in the battle box I just walked out the bullpen
Aye, Lil Metro on that beat
Diamonds on a nigga neck dancing, dancing
[Hook]
Tryna catch a nigga playing for the Falcons
When she glance at the bezel, she wanna dance with the devil
Yeah, I started from the bando
When she glance at the bezel, she wanna dance with the devil
Real trap niggas take chances, flirting with the devil slow dancing
Dancing
Took a chance and put a price tag on your little one
100 stacks’ll make ’em shoot you clean in your dad head

Catch you at the trap and shoot you clean out your hellcat
Get the gloves and the shovel, he’s tryna dance with the devil
[Intro]
Niggas don’t make 21 where I come from (Wow)
Real street bitches take chances, flirting with the devil romancing
Diamonds on my wrist and fist dancing, dancing
[Verse 1]
A ghetto superstar make a bitch want to dance with the devil
If Metro don’t trust you I’ma foot you in your asshole
Yeah, yeah, it’s Gucci Mane and Metro
Get the gloves and the shovel, he’s tryna dance with the devil
100 grand’ll make a nigga cool, wanna dance with the devil

100 grand’ll make a nigga cool, wanna dance with the devil
Big booty bitch keep dancing, dancing
Real street bitches take chances, flirting with the devil romancing
Big booty bitch keep dancing, dancing
[Verse 2]

Big booty bitch keep dancing, dancing
A ghetto superstar make a bitch want to dance with the devil
The feds snatched ’em up now we ain’t seen this man
2017, everybody get high
Diamonds on my neck and wrist lit, that’s a combo
And I ain’t tryna preach cause I got high too
The neighborhood dealer with an Uzi
Real street bitches take chances, flirting with the devil romancing
Leave with your chick but send her back with a grand though
Hah
Now she’s tryna act hard like a hood girl
Diamonds on a nigga neck dancing, dancing
In every neighborhood there’s a Gucci
I’m an ex-drug dealer, nigga how bout you
Tattoos all over but she bougie
I’m an ex-con, ex-hood, long with a dope bomb
Diamonds on my pinky ring dancing, dancing
Took a chance and fucked the hood hoe, no condom
But steady sucking up the nigga with the dragons
Pull up in a lot and the car cost a condo
Everybody wanna be the kingpin man
Dancing all night 10 grand make you dance, dance
100 grand’ll make a nigga cool, wanna dance with the devil
When she glance at the bezel, she wanna dance with the devil

Baby started off right as a good girl
Dancing

100s in my pants turn your chick to my girlfriend

Gucci Mane – Both Eyes Closed (feat. 2 Chainz & Young Dolph) (Droptopwop Album)

Click the link in the bio, I’m the illest that I know
A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post
Got the ‘ier on the bracelet, got the ‘ier on the frame
If it ain’t 10 mil, I can’t sign no deal
And she said "Let’s make love", want me to fuck with my eyes closed
Makin’ money in piles sellin’ people the Pyro
Ran through my first million playin’ on the West Coast

A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post

I’m the illest to rivals, all my cars got a title
But it’s a beautiful day outside today
Got the ‘ier on the watch, ‘ier to the game
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Autobiography, Gucci Mane the author
[Intro]
I’m a hustler for real, sell a hospital vital
If you ain’t gettin’ money then move out of Georgia
Trap tutorial, ridin’ down Memorial
But it’s a beautiful day outside today
But it’s a beautiful day outside today
We made it out the streets, pop a bottle, let’s make a toast
A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post

She runnin’ through my mind, that’s a fine idea
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Made a 100 thousand on the one-eyed stove
And I ain’t Blake Griffin, I don’t drive no Kia
Don’t know which car I’ma drive today
I just drove the Tesla with both eyes closed
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
And I spy a bitch that wanna scrape, get to it

The freshest nigga livin’, go check your photography
Sell my cousin some Adderall ’cause he takin’ his finals

She walkin’ ’round my penthouse in my Versace robe
Bulletproof Rhino, coke color albino
Servin’ out the kitchen but I never touched the stove
Ha, wait a minute, I’m fresh as fuck, let me strike a pose
But it’s a beautiful day outside today
Hands down, iced up, white and rose gold
Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed

Keep some pretty girls ’round me everywhere that I go
I’m all about a check, fresh Nikes, let’s do it
Just keep it real and let’s go spend the mils"
Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I’ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed
Yeah, my sauce A1, no Fogo de Chão
Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed
Cartier frames, call me four eyes
I told my bitch "You mine’s now, you ain’t gotta work
Don’t know which car I’ma drive today
Eight figure nigga just walked into Walter’s
Two-tone Wraith and a two-tone PP
But lil’ mama so fine when she took her clothes off
I went straight in it both eyes closed
And I’m the trap sponsor, Gucci Mane’s the father
Don’t know which car I’ma drive today
Don’t know which car I’ma drive today
If you don’t like to see niggas shine, then close your eyes then
Tity Boi your highness, make it through any crisis
Walked out of Gucci with the two-tone GG
Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed
(You’re crazy bruh)
[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Cartier frames, call me four eyes
Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I’ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed
Don’t mean to brag and boast, but I be fresher than most
Drop top, wop
We got London on da Track
Cartier frames, call me four eyes
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post
I run circles ’round scrap niggas with a blindfold
Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I’ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed
Had to Roc just like Tidal, sell a preacher the Bible
From the bando to the Waldorf Astoria
Since a juvenile I stuck to the G code
Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed
Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I’ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed
I’ve got a chick so fine, make a blind man see her
All I do is look straight, all the bullshit behind us
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
100 tapes and goin’, go check my discography
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’ll be on a private island, vibin’ to violins
Cartier frames, call me four eyes

Gucci Mane – Bucket List (Droptopwop Album)

Goin’ quadruple platinum, that’s not on my bucket list
When I get married, that’s a gangster wedding
Bucket list, make a match and scratch that off my bucket list
Know they goin’ so hard in the yard if they listen to this
If I don’t go gold I ain’t fucked up ’bout it
Bucket list, no more sellin’ bricks, that’s off my bucket list
Bucket list, no more sellin’ bricks, that’s off my bucket list
That new Lambo on my bucket list so I just bought that bitch
Bucket list, no more waitin’ to get that off my bucket list
Change my name to "The best that did it"
Big boss business, quarter million on a pendant (brr)
[Chorus]
Bucket list, drop top ‘Rari, scratch that off my bucket list
[Verse 1]
Bucket list, super bad bitch and she rich like Gucci rich
Metro Boomin want some more nigga
[Verse 2]
Bucket list, super bad bitch and she rich like Gucci rich
I’m so arrogant right now, man, I don’t even want the bitch
[Chorus]
Gucci turnt up, nigga just admit it
Fuck your award, I don’t even wanna win it
Bucket list, no more waitin’ to get that off my bucket list
Real authentic, everybody wanna live it
Bucket list, make a match and scratch that off my bucket list
Bucket list, super bad bitch and she rich like Gucci rich
Eight figure nigga, realest nigga in the business
Man, fuck you critics
Rich hood dick, every singer wanna get it
Call my reception the gangster party

Cut it up
Bucket list, drop top ‘Rari, scratch that off my bucket list
Bitch, my Rollie went quadruple platinum, you should see this shit
With all this gold draped on my body (brr)
Huh
Sittin’ front row, freshest nigga in attendance
[Intro]
Gave a thousand dollars to the valet attendant
Bucket list, drop top ‘Rari, scratch that off my bucket list
It ain’t a chick I feel that I can’t get, man, that’s that sucker shit
Bucket list
Fuckin’ twins and they goin’ in like they ain’t relatives
It’s Gucci
It’s no way possible I’m falling off, that don’t exist

They ain’t seen a player like me in a minute

Fuckin’ Wop on her bucket list, I flex so effortless
Bucket list, super bad bitch and she rich like Gucci rich
Right back, scoopin’ my dog from prison on my bucket list

How a white man gon’ criticize me ’bout reppin’ these streets?
Bucket list, make a match and scratch that off my bucket list
Bucket list, make a match and scratch that off my bucket list
There’s a slim chance that she may get this dick, like one percent
Bucket list, drop top ‘Rari, scratch that off my bucket list
I wasn’t rappin’, I’d be sellin’ narcotics just to pay the rent

Gucci Mane – Loss 4 Wrdz (feat. Rick Ross) (Droptopwop Album)

Can’t even find the words, I’m so at a loss for words
Monday, I might not wake up
It’s like I smoked a pound of herbs, so please do not disturb
But I’m scared to name they names
I’m feelin’ like I took a Perc’, I’m at a loss for words
I’m feelin’ like I took a Perc’, I’m at a loss for words
Game over, hit or miss
Mary J, they reminisce
Feel like I drunk a pound of syrup and snorted up half a bird
So I’ll point, he said 12 comin’
Bitch niggas been on the list
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
40 points, 10 assists
Can’t even find the words, I’m so at a loss for words
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Ladies stunned when I’m on the scene
Biggest guns, glowin’ Bs
Reminiscent, got me thinkin’
It’s like I smoked a pound of herbs, so please do not disturb

High as fuck, we can’t even fuck
One stack and the guns clap
I can go gorilla
Baby, what’s your name?
Feel like I drunk a pound of syrup and snorted up half a bird
Feel like I drunk a pound of syrup and snorted up half a bird
There’s so many drugs I lost my mind
Feel like I drunk a pound of syrup and snorted up half a bird
I’m feelin’ like I took a Perc’, I’m at a loss for words
It’s like I smoked a pound of herbs, so please do not disturb
Geeked up, she can’t even talk
Fucked so many famous bitches
Feel like I drunk a pound of syrup and snorted up half a bird
Monkey nuts on a Glock .40
It’s like I smoked a pound of herbs, so please do not disturb

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I gave the chain back to your mom
Painted mine like cinnamon
Biggest boss with the warmest verse
Trappin’ with a pistol
I’m feelin’ like I took a Perc’, I’m at a loss for words
Damn, Guwop, I’m off the chain
Can’t even find the words, I’m so at a loss for words
I’m feelin’ like I took a Perc’, I’m at a loss for words
Wanna kill just like Tony did
Just my luck that I caught a slut
In love Mary Jane
I’m feelin’ like I took a Perc’, I’m at a loss for words
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
And she shake like a Coke bottle
[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Throwed up on my Chucks
All sauce like I’m on the Perc’
She can’t even walk
Drinkin’ lean like I’m Pimp
Ha
Can’t even find the words, I’m so at a loss for words
With a model when you came
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
When man did fuck his sister
But I’m not ashamed
Run the label like I run the trap
I done peeped the signal
Fell asleep and woke up
A prescription of a young black man
Damn, it’s all my fault
Burnin’ weed in the Benjamin

It’s like I smoked a pound of herbs, so please do not disturb
It’s like I smoked a pound of herbs, so please do not disturb
Can’t even find the words, I’m so at a loss for words
Can’t even mother
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Feel like I drunk a pound of syrup and snorted up half a bird
My Bentley ridin’ on Timbalands
I grew up sellin’ cocaine
Can’t even find the words, I’m so at a loss for words
Got me nervous ’cause she took a molly
I couldn’t even make it up
Homies had to kill for your charm
Pay attention, this non-fiction

Really high on my adrenaline

Shakira – Me Enamore (El Dorado Album)

Es es pa’ mí, es pa’ más nadie
Mira qué cosa bonita
Me ena-na-namo
Lo único que estoy diciendo
Y bailé hasta que me cansé
Es es pa’ mí, es pa’ más nadie
Mira qué cosa bonita
Nos enamoramos
Pero, ¿qué le voy a hacer?
Y me ena-na-moré
Hoy pal cielo voy pateando ooh, ooh
Un mojito, dos mojitos
Me ena-na-namoré
Este es pa’ mí, es pa’ más nadie
Me enamoré, me ena-ena-namoré
Me enamoré, me ena-ena-namoré
Me quedo otro ratito
Me gusta esa barbita
Mira qué cosa bonita
Nos enamoramos
Todo nos va resultando
Hasta que me cansé, bailé
Toda una noche lo pensé
El doctor recomendando
Nos vamos entusiasmando
Es lo que está proponiendo ooh, ooh
Hasta que me cansé, bailé
Lo vi solito y me lancé
Creí que estaba soñando, ooh, ooh
Qué boca más redondita
Es lo que andaba buscando
Nunca creí que fuera así
Qué bien lo estamos pasando, ooh, ooh
Por si quieres practicarlo
Contigo yo tendría diez hijos
La noche que te conocí
Un mojito, dos mojitos
Me ena-na-namoré
Y me ena-na-moré
Me enamoré, me ena-ena-namoré
Y bailé hasta que me cansé
Lo vi solito y me lancé
¿Cómo te fijarías en mí?
¿Cómo te fijarías en mí?
Qué boca más redondita
Nos enamoramos
Tenía poco que perder
Yo con mis sostén a rayas
Pensé: éste todavía es un niño
No sé qué estaba pensando
Me ena-na-namoré
Y mi pelo a medio hacer
Me quedo otro ratito
Qué boca más redondita
Me ena-na-namo
Es-es-es pa’ mí, es pa más nadie
Y bailé hasta que me cansé
Mira qué ojitos bonitos
Me quedo otro ratito
Vayámonos conociendo
Este es pa’ mí, es pa’ más nadie
Hasta que me cansé, bailé
Mi vida me empezó a cambiar
Me gusta esa barbita
Lo vi solito y me lancé
Mira qué ojitos bonitos
Es es pa’ mí, es pa’ más nadie
Un mojito, dos mojitos
Es-es-es pa’ mí, es pa más nadie
Me ena-na-moré
Toda una noche lo pensé
Nunca creí que fuera así
Es es pa’ mí, es pa’ más nadie
¿De qué me andaba quejando?
Empecemos por un par
Me gusta esa barbita
Solamente te lo digo
Me ena-na-namo
Mira qué ojitos bonitos
Y la cosa siguió así

Shakira – Nada (El Dorado Album)

Van entonando junto a mí un aleluya
Me falta hasta el aire
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Oh oh na-a-a-da no oh
Ni toda la fama, ni todo el dinero
No, no, no, no
No sirve de nada llegar aún más lejos
Acaba otro día sin ti
Oh oh Na-a-a-da no oh
Voy caminando sobre un mar de hojas secas

Na ah-ah nada
Pasa otro día sin tí
No sirve de nada si no estás conmigo

No sirve de nada llegar aún más lejos
No sirve de na ah-ah nada

Al suelo mojado y me lanzo a correr
Extraño tu voz
No sirve de nada si no estás conmigo
Me hace falta tocarte
[Chorus]
Extraño tu voz
Y la soledad se me clava en los huesos
Estoy en tierra de nadie
Y la soledad se me clava en los huesos
Na-a-a-da
No, no, no, no
Y la soledad se me clava en los huesos
[Verse 2]
De espaldas al sol
No sirve de na ah-ah nada

Nadie adivina que depara el destino
No sirve de nada llegar aún más lejos
Na-a-a-da
No sirve de nada si no estás conmigo
Vuelan los ángeles sobre Berlín
[Pre-Chorus 1]
De espaldas al sol
Tiro mi bolso Chanel del barrio chino
Ah ah-ah nada
[Verse 1]
Oh oh na-a-a-da no oh
Nuestro camino aún esta a medio hacer
[Chorus]
Ah ah-ah nada
Olerte, mirarte

[Chorus]
Ni toda la fama, ni todo el dinero
No sirve de na ah-ah nada
Mientras la lluvia cae dentro de mí
Ni toda la fama, ni todo el dinero