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Hurtin me – Stefflon Don feat. French Montana lyrics

August 12, 2017 Azlyrics

Lyrics Stefflon Don – Hurtin me

Breakfast in bed darling
I got your bed falling
I make you beg for it
I make you beg for it
Breakfast in bed darling
I got your bed falling
I made mistakes, you done me wrong
But now you leave me calling(hurtin me)

I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me.

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

I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me (Montana)
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me.

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

And I cry, I cry, even my eye cry
But who cares?
Who cares?
And I cry, I cry, even my eye cry
But who cares?
Who caresss?
Stefflon Don lyrics
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Bebe Rexha – That’s It (feat. Gucci Mane & 2 Chainz) (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

August 11, 2017 Azlyrics

I’m sorry, I’m not the most pretty
I’ll never ever sing like Whitney
Ooh, but I still wanna dance with somebody (Tunechi)

So lets let all hearts bleed, ’til they turn to rust
Gonna live it up, ’cause it’s dangerous
No, I don’t wanna play the part (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (yeah)

I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody

I just wanna dance with somebody
But I could never ever dance like Bobby
You can dance, I’mma watch your body
I just wanna stand right behind it
I just want a chance with somebody
Pop a couple xans with somebody
Every time she dance it’s exotic
Throw a bunch of bands arms get tired
I’m the God I just want a goddess
Gotta use a bedroom for a closet
Got a whole bedroom, on the private
I know her body inside, out science
Kiss both boobs right before I sign ’em
Can’t dance but kinda grind ’em
Yeah, I be right behind her, spinal
We can turn this dance floor to a island

Bloody noses, speeding cars
Lethal doses, desperate hearts
Roll it up ’cause we so ill
Heaven knows we love the thrill
No, I don’t wanna play the part
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody

I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? (Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody

That s it – Bebe Rexha feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

August 4, 2017 Azlyrics

Lyrics Bebe Rexha – That s it

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (bow)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it)
That s it, that’s ittt. (x2)
Bebe Rexha lyrics
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Tyga – Run It Back (Bitch I’m The Shit 2 Album)

July 21, 2017 Azlyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Wop – Lost My Mind

July 17, 2017 Azlyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fetish – Selena Gomez feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

July 13, 2017 Azlyrics

Lyrics Selena Gomez – Fetish

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Liife – Desiigner feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

July 6, 2017 Azlyrics

Lyrics Desiigner – Liife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

June 20, 2017 Azlyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Tone it down

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch.(tone it down)

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Huhhh, pull up, fros up, with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don’t care who show up
Watch lookin’ like a glow up, when I throw up
East Side pour the Crys’ wrote why I grow up
Hold up, lil homie tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin’ so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders, in my Rollie
Look like real flesh, make you wanna pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I’m a loaner.
..
Got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner.

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (might steal your b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop versuri-lyrics.info
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch.

Go, your man CB, jewelery 3D
Tryna be like me, ain’t easy
Niggas hate me, mamas wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces
In that Great thing
2018 Rolls Royce, chopper for no reason
Watered all my time, please water like a Fiji
Parked in front of the St Regis
I just wanna meet Meek
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons
Diamonds, thats just like Breazin
Take it easy, Breezy go easy
b*tch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I’m sneezin’
Pull up South Beach, no season.

Yeah, four, four, drippin’
I be on a hunnids rolls
Fight, weed, hit it
Have a nigga seeing ghost
Tell me what to do, ‘cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots
Won’t have a hangover.

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (might steal your b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch..

Tone that sh*t down
Tone that sh*t down
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like thisss.
Gucci Mane lyrics
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Gucci Mane – Tho (Droptopwop Album)

May 31, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Huh
Metro, let’s try something (dope)
It’s Drop top
It’s Gucci
Huh, yeah
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Go

[Verse 1]
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
Had a murder charge, but they ain’t found me guilty though
Keep my head on a swivel, ’cause I robbed a couple folks
And you can call me anything, but you can’t call me broke, though
Was damn near 300 pounds, but I lost the weight, though
300 pounds of mid-grade, I took it ‘cross the state, though
Got a bunch of tattoos, don’t ask my why I got them, though
Got a lot of loved ones, but they ain’t here today, though
Really miss my homeboy, he in a early grave, though
Gucci Mane a troublemaker, I’m trying to behave, though
Niggas keep on trying me, I think they feelin’ brave, though
People say they cloned me because I changed my ways, though
I fly the dope in on a drone for the pesos
All about the bucks bro, but this ain’t Tampa Bay, though
I’m a livin’ legend, I do magic with the draco
In the Peach State, but I’m sellin’ Cali grapes, though
And Arizona mid-grade, I swear my life is great, bro
Gucci Mane and Metro, exclusive Jordan retro
I was sellin’ half a O trappin’ at the Zesto

[Skit]
Aye wassup bruh, ride with me somewhere (Yo)
[?] (Huh?)
Yeah, I told the nigga "Meet me at the Zesto" (Dope)
He want a half of one (Go)

[Verse 2]
Gucci super cutthroat, but I was born broke though
Didn’t have a pot to piss, so I wanted to throw it out, so
Niggas talk sideways, I hit him in his mouth though
Who you think you talking to? I had to stop your mouth, bro
Baby got a pretty face but I just want the mouth though
You ain’t come to suck me up, then what you in the house for?
Brand new Air Max and they ain’t even out though
Drippin’ sauce excessively and it ain’t even called for
If the jewelry ain’t blindin’ me, then what it even about for?
Niggas want to sign to me, but I can’t even vouch for
Back to back with Ralo, and we ain’t even deep though
How you click them powder mines and y’all ain’t even street though?

[Outro]
New tape alert
New watch alert
New whip alert
Brr, brr
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
It’s Wizp, drop top

Gucci Mane – Dance With The Devil (Droptopwop Album)

May 31, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Hah
Aye, Lil Metro on that beat

[Hook]
100 grand’ll make a nigga cool, wanna dance with the devil
Get the gloves and the shovel, he’s tryna dance with the devil
A ghetto superstar make a bitch want to dance with the devil
When she glance at the bezel, she wanna dance with the devil
Diamonds on a nigga neck dancing, dancing
Diamonds on my wrist and fist dancing, dancing
Diamonds on my pinky ring dancing, dancing
Big booty bitch keep dancing, dancing
Real trap niggas take chances, flirting with the devil slow dancing
Real street bitches take chances, flirting with the devil romancing
Dancing

[Verse 1]
Dancing all night 10 grand make you dance, dance
100s in my pants turn your chick to my girlfriend
Gucci in the battle box I just walked out the bullpen
Pitching dog food, make a junkie out your husband
100 stacks’ll make ’em shoot you clean in your dad head
Catch you at the trap and shoot you clean out your hellcat
Everybody wanna be the kingpin man
The feds snatched ’em up now we ain’t seen this man
2017, everybody get high
Taking street drugs like they ass can’t die
And I ain’t tryna preach cause I got high too
I’m an ex-drug dealer, nigga how bout you
I’m an ex-con, ex-hood, long with a dope bomb
Niggas don’t make 21 where I come from (Wow)
Took a chance and fucked the hood hoe, no condom
Took a chance and put a price tag on your little one

[Verse 2]
Tattoos all over but she bougie
Acting stiff but her booty keep choosing
In every neighborhood there’s a Gucci
The neighborhood dealer with an Uzi
Baby started off right as a good girl
Now she’s tryna act hard like a hood girl
Tryna catch a nigga playing for the Falcons
But steady sucking up the nigga with the dragons
Diamonds on my neck and wrist lit, that’s a combo
Yellow bitch, her dark skin friend, call it gumbo
Pull up in a lot and the car cost a condo
Leave with your chick but send her back with a grand though
Yeah, yeah, it’s Gucci Mane and Metro
If Metro don’t trust you I’ma foot you in your asshole
Yeah, I started from the bando
I took her to the 6 but no, that’s not Toronto

Bruno Mars – That’s What I Like (Ludacris Remix) Lyrics

April 27, 2017 Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Luda, yeah
I’mma light this fireplace, you light some candles
If it get too hot, how much you think you can handle?
Make you melt like ice cream
Quiet, [?]
If I take my hand up off your mouth, you might just scream
When I say let it out, holla like you Jane of the jungle
And let me climb the tower
Feeling on your hair like Rapunzel
Every now and then, you like it rough
Sometimes you like it gentle
I just wanna make love all night
While we listen to the sounds of this instrumental
Treatin’ your body like it Jell-O, booty like hello
Jiggle like Jell-O
Love it whenever you get ghetto
When I leave your body smokin’ like a cigarillo
This here for grown folk, let’s do it all night
And let it Bruno sing it to you like

[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

[Verse 2: [?] & Bruno Mars]
Tell me why your panties still on, girl
With [?] playing in the background
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
I’m tryna tell it to you gently
We gon’ do more [?] again like jelly
But you gon’ cum before I do, don’t stress me
Asking is it you? (is it you?) Is it me? (is it me?)
Say it’s us (say it’s us) and I’ll agree, baby

[Pre-Chorus: [?] & Bruno Mars]
Just jump in the Cadillac, girl, let’s put some miles on it
Anything you want, just to put a smile on it
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

[Chorus: Bruno Mars & [?]]
Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
That’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
That’s what I, that’s what I
Sex by the fire at night (Sex by the fire)
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

[Bridge: Bruno Mars]
If you say you want a good time
Well here I am baby, here I am baby
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Tell me what’s on your mind (What’s on your mind)
If you want it, girl come and get it
All this is here for you
Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby
What you tryna do

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Bruno, let’s go
It’s Gucci Mane and Bruno
That’s one dynamic duo
A lot of women want me
But I’m in love with you though
Your ex is unimportant
That boy can’t even afford it
I drive so many foreigns
Baby I should be deported
Babe, I like the way you touch me
But love the way you fuck me
Girl, ain’t no need for frontin’
‘Cause you’re my type of woman
Wanna fly you out the country
To show you how I’m stuntin’ (ya)
‘Cause you got what I’m wanting
And I got all this money (It’s Gucci)

Bruno Mars feat. Ludacris & Gucci Mane – That’s What I Like (Remix) Lyrics

April 27, 2017 Azlyrics

Luda, yeah
I’mma light this fireplace, you light some candles
If it get too hot, how much you think you can handle?
Make you melt like ice cream
Quiet, [?]
If I take my hand up off your mouth, you might just scream
When I say let it out, holla like you Jane of the jungle
And let me climb the tower
Feeling on your hair like Rapunzel
Every now and then, you like it rough
Sometimes you like it gentle
I just wanna make love all night
While we listen to the sounds of this instrumental
Treatin’ your body like it Jell-O, booty like hello
Jiggle like Jell-O
Love it whenever you get ghetto
When I leave your body smokin’ like a cigarillo
This here for grown folk, let’s do it all night
And let it Bruno sing it to you like

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Tell me why your panties still on, girl
With [?] playing in the background
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
I’m tryna tell it to you gently
We gon’ do more [?] again like jelly
But you gon’ cum before I do, don’t stress me
Asking is it you? (is it you?) Is it me? (is it me?)
Say it’s us (say it’s us) and I’ll agree, baby

Just jump in the Cadillac, girl, let’s put some miles on it
Anything you want, just to put a smile on it
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
That’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
That’s what I, that’s what I
Sex by the fire at night (Sex by the fire)
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

If you say you want a good time
Well here I am baby, here I am baby
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Tell me what’s on your mind (What’s on your mind)
If you want it, girl come and get it
All this is here for you
Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby
What you tryna do

Bruno, let’s go
It’s Gucci Mane and Bruno
That’s one dynamic duo
A lot of women want me
But I’m in love with you though
Your ex is unimportant
That boy can’t even afford it
I drive so many foreigns
Baby I should be deported
Babe, I like the way you touch me
But love the way you fuck me
Girl, ain’t no need for frontin’
‘Cause you’re my type of woman
Wanna fly you out the country
To show you how I’m stuntin’ (ya)
‘Cause you got what I’m wanting
And I got all this money (It’s Gucci)

She on my dyck – Rick Ross feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

April 18, 2017 Azlyrics

Lyrics Rick Ross – She on my dyck

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

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

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

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

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

Make love – Gucci Mane feat. Nicki Minaj lyrics

March 29, 2017 Azlyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Make love

Uhhh, Gucci
Wanna make love, love, love.

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

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

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

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

I love to see the money stack up
Hope that we don’t ever, ever break up
Wanna make love, love, loveee.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video love

Evander Griiim – Right Now (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

March 15, 2017 Azlyrics

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

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

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

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

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

Natasha Mosley – Drunk (feat. Gucci Mane)

February 21, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: Natasha Mosley & Gucci Mane]
Whoop that ass
Gucci
Aw yeah, yeah
Wop
Mmm
It’s Gucci, burr, burr
Dodge

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I just want you to fuck me like you need me
Text me when you leave me
Bein’ with him hard as hell
But bein’ with me is easy
Breezy, freaky
Get excited when you see me
Touch me, tease me
Get mad when you can’t reach me
Gucci Mane and Tasha
And Zaytiggy and the beazzie
Tasha, you so sexy, fly
You out like every weekend
I’m diggin’, she reachin’
I’m climbin’, she peekin’
I expect grown folks to hate on us
Girl, everybody’s peepin’
I’m not so gangsta that I can say
I love the way she slingin’
Gucci Mane a money man
Look at all the cash I’m bringin’
I will show you like 200 thou
And that’s just on one pinkie
Girl, you got me feelin’ drunk
And I’m not even drinkin’

[Hook: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’

[Verse 2: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you makin’ all the flips
We takin’ shoppin’ trips
Coppin’ drops and shit
Both got rocks on wrists, got rocks on fists
Ooh we ain’t even worried ’bout these bitches
Droppin’ hits, ain’t got a pot to piss
Her man no boyfriend until my partner quit
Relockin’ this
Just don’t be makin’ promises you won’t keep, baby
Time for you to show how much you want me, baby
Pick me up and put me where you want me, baby
I ain’t had your love yet, so don’t leave, baby
What that I like
Just here without you and I knew it
It feel like a knife
Just the type I like
And you so fine, you make it my mind
Just at 3 clock in the mornin’ when you hungry
This that I gotta have it, your one and only
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Natasha Mosley & Gucci Mane]
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Wop
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Gucci
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Burr
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Burr
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
I want your love
I want your love

Angel wings – Gucci Mane feat. Icewear Vezzo lyrics

February 14, 2017 Azlyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Angel wings

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

Put my spider like an ice cold.
Try to summer jam into the ice show.
Used to have me a bright low not a dead end blow I’m a light showww.
Versuri-lyrics.info
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video wings

Lil Peep – Gucci Mane (Hellboy Mixtape)

January 30, 2017 Azlyrics

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

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

Slippery – Migos feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

January 28, 2017 Azlyrics

Lyrics Migos – Slippery

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Evander Griiim feat. Gucci Mane – Right Now (Remix) Lyrics

January 10, 2017 Azlyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

December 21, 2016 Azlyrics

[Hook]
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad, lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

[Verse 1]
I’m just tryna fight it off, ain’t tryna nut too quick
She make me wanna take her, she’s another nigga bitch
A bitch that Gucci Mane can’t get, man that bitch don’t exist
This dick so good, I take it from her, she might slit her wrist
Bling blaww burr, I put diamonds on her clit
Fucked her in the air, yeah she ride me on the jet
His and her fur, yeah I bought my chick a fit
Like Edward Scissorhands, yeah she cut up on that dick
G-g-g-good god, so why she standing back like a pic?
Spaghetti straps in my Maybach, she showing off her tits
She ran off on the plug, so I’ma smash her at the Ritz
S-skeeted in her mouth so now she talkin’ with a lisp

[Hook]
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

[Verse 2]
I told her bring a friend with her but she just brought some twins
Three girls and one Gucci Mane god damn I’m goin’ in
All these Franklins on me man I said my name was Ben
Magic City Monday night, I just threw up a ten
Nigga with a attitude I feel like Cube and Ren
These two ice cubes in my ear they cost a quarter M
That pussy hairy scarin’ me god damn she need to trim
The way that bitch took care of me she might get her a Benz
She suck me til’ it tickle me, slow down the neighbors listening
I got her like ten necklaces, you know my diamonds glistenin’
She fucked me then she shot me with her friends, I think she trickin’ me
Her nigga know about me but god damn he can’t get rid of me
She stutter step, sweet in lingerie
I beat it up like MMA she drank it up like Alizé
Eight latin hoes in my room I feel like it’s the fifth of May
Pull up on the kid, you dig?
But bitch I ain’t got time to play

[Hook]
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit
I-I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit
I-I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

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

December 21, 2016 Azlyrics

(Shutup)
Gucci

I let my pockets do the talkin’
I ain’t got nothin’ to say
And if that bitch ain’t pussy poppin’
Get the fuck out my face
And if you niggas ain’t talkin ’bout profit
Then yall ass in the way
LIL’ NIGGA
Talkin loud when he know he a lame

Claimin’ blood
Hell naw, boy you know you’s a dud
Fiendin cuz(?)
Hell naw, boy we know you’s a scrub
Where the love at?
Naw, man you gets no love
Cuz you a lame!
How the fuck you even get in the club?

I got insane young niggas and they trained to go
I point my fingers like a cross, and god send em to yo door
Man yall niggas ain’t no killas, man yall niggas some hoes
Man yall niggas ain’nt no dealers, man yall niggas some Js
I don’t blame you, i blame yo daddy. It was how you was raised

Should take this (?) belt and beat you with it
Like back in the day
You say that Gucci Mane is crazy and I say "I agree"
But they stole so much sauce that I heard their record
And thought it was me
It’s Gucci

LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(talkin trash nigga, but i just wanna crash)

Think you ahead of me nigga?
What you said to me nigga?
Talkin’ shit on the internet, you scared of me nigga?
I got 10 million put away, you can belittle me nigga
LIL NIGGA, dig yo grave I’ll bury yo ass with the figures

LIL NIGGA
I’m the one you wanted to grow up to be
LIL NIGGA
But you’ll never ever, ever be me
LIL NIGGA
Ask yo bitch i bet she say I’m the truth
Matter of fact I’m daydreamin’ about her right now in the booth

Ya Lil BITCH
Wanna crash? We can crash all night
200 rounds in my clip, we can blast all night
LIL BITCH
Speak softly and walk real light
I cut yo head off nigga, you know that plugs don’t fight
It’s Gucci

Gucci Mane – Greatest Show On Earth (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

December 21, 2016 Azlyrics

[Intro]
I get you fuckers locked up for a quarter key
I told you motherfuckers not to fuck with me
Mike WiLL Made It

[Verse 1]
Gucci Mane, and I’m a one man band
Big papa, I got a brand new bag
Fresh out the feds, I got a brand new swag
I don’t mean to brag, but let my mink coat drag
In Vegas they treat me like I’m Elvis Presley
She using her eyes to undress the sexy
Who wanna come down and be the next contestant?
The list get the chance to hang in Gucci’s section
I walk in the spot like I own the venue
You might find your girlfriend on my private menu
But please don’t leave cause I ain’t tryin’ to offend you
But don’t blame me, she got her own agenda
Tie dye shirt on like we at Coachella
Let’s make love and make these other hoes jealous
I might just jump in the crowd like I’m performing heavy metal
I’m one of a kind like this is [?]

[Hook]
Shout out every word in my verse
I need you to scream with me ’til it hurt
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth (Gucci!)
I need you to sing with me ’til it hurt
And shout out every word in my verse
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth, ha

[Verse 2]
Verse number 2, so I’m jumping back in
Bitches chew me up, like the Doublemint twins
Remember I was trappin’ at the Bouldercrest Inn
Now I’m slidin’ down the Crest in a drop top Benz
‘Scuse me, I meant in a drop top ‘R’
Neighborhood celebrity to the worldwide star
In some lowtop Giuseppes, and I’m steppin’ on the bar
8 figure Gucci Mane, now that’s a god damn bar
Choreographer, I don’t need it
Who needs stylist when you this freezy?
Fuck a interview, I talk greasy
[?] a hired man, for what reason?
I’m a one man band, but give the drummer some
Mike WiLL, yeah, the Ear Drummers some
I’m a Black Beatle like Rae Srem’ and them
And every weekend I have an [?]

[Hook]
Shout out every word in my verse
I need you to scream with me ’til it hurt
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth
I need you to sing with me ’til it hurt
And shout out every word in my verse
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth

The LOX feat. Infa-Red & Gucci Mane – Secure The Bag Lyrics

December 13, 2016 Azlyrics

(Intro – DJ Khaled)
Secure the bag
It’s a cold world, bundle up
You better protect the bag
Don’t ever play yourself
Make sure that Y hit
Make sure that safe is safe
Key word, make sure
Brace yourself as I introduce yourself to The LOX
Secure the bag alert

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

Gucci Mane Album ‘Woptober’ Release Date October 17 + Tracklist
Gucci Mane Feat. Young Dolph – Bling Blaww Burr [New Music]

(Verse 1 – Jadakiss)
Yeah, I’m just waiting for that coke to dry up
I need that first half before I even post to fly it
It ain’t nothing worse than dealing with these fake promoters
All these….out here tryna make they quota
Need a slice and I’m good for the day
It’s in my blood so I was naturally good with the yay
You can lose your life in the hood for a game
You know me, I count it twice then I put it away
Yeah, bring some woods and some vanillas through
We chain smoking, haze cookies and guerilla glue
Money right, they glad that it’s pure
Nothing else matters as long as the bag is secure

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke ni**a

(Verse 2 – Sheek Louch)
My flow is strong so my money long, you can tell the way I wear it
I ain’t work this hard to give you my bread, f**k out of here I don’t wanna hear it
My show’s lit, I gots houses s**t, I got more than sneaker money on me
I just stack my bread and use my head, you can ask the ni**as that know me
But I pop for my bottom line, bang, and I don’t even wear no flag
I just wait outside till you come home drunk just to secure that bag
Rubber grip on my Glock, shells all in my pump
I look good as s**t but I’m an old head, who the f**k you talking to chump?
I got 10 bi**hes that’s bad, so tell em why you mad
You broke as f**k and you watching me, ni**a that ain’t chasing no bag
You don’t instagram and brag, you ain’t never had jet lag
You ain’t make it home and gotta leave back out just to secure that bag hah

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

(Verse 3 – Gucci Mane)
It’s Gucci Mane and D-Block and we really sell dope
But don’t quote me bi**h cause I might slit your damn throat
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna stay afloat
And I won’t never, ever, ever, ever go broke
I take the good with the bad, I can even sell trash
I’m a magician with the chopper, I cut your body in half
I got balls made of brass, she got a basketball ass
And I gotta secure the bag, I got a 20 foot stash
And I’m laughing with the money bi**h, she finer than me
The money that they think they getting, that ain’t no money to me
I gotta shout out my connect, that s**t was fronted to me
I had to run the money back, that s**t was punted to me, Wop

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke ni**a

(Verse 4)
Bag coming, secure the s**t
Caught a nice lick knocking off the purest s**t
That man…on some torah s**t
Waiting for the plug to come just so I can score some s**t
Jefe come, jefe go
Let my little esse know we gon go hit Mexico
We gon get this bag like it’s gas, like it’s Texaco
Got a stash house in BK, right on
JFK, bag landing
Laguardia, it’s a bag landing
You can be the man but not the last standing
Ni**as wild as Taliban, all my ni**as black skinned

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

Gucci Mane – AAAA

November 29, 2016 Azlyrics

[Intro – Juiceman]
Aye! Aye! Ok! Ok!
Juicy! Gucci!
Zaytoven, zaytiggi, So Icey Entertainment

[Hook]
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m twerking birds in so we working [x3]
Packing a truck, stop, a trailer back in
We big, flip jugs, we tote it off the forklift
The way my Blood kick you’d think he had a black belt
My scale so Big, Boy can weight his damn self
2000 pounds of mid, I sold that shit my damn self
Washer full of cash, dryer full of X pills
Red rag in my pocket same color my ‘Vette is
My number lower than a ése from Texas
A quarter mil’ in the mail is an investment
A sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert
An Eagle on me, boy, I’m known to tote a desert
I sacked an ounce up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him “meet me by the Checker’s”
I sacked a pound up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him “meet me by the Checker’s”

[Verse 2: – Juiceman]
I’m booming, I’m bunking, I’m serving all the babies
Rap game easy but the dope game gravy
Young Juice man and my life is like the J.Kidd
With stupid fruity crazy swag, jumping on your lady
Banana-donk Chevy interior like the Lakers
LeBron James wrist when I’m fuckin’ with the capers
Hit the trap, stay down, watch the paper
Wake up, booming out the house and J asking for a waiter
Half a brick, whole brick, got me buying Jacobs
Bourbon shoes, walking in the head of the gators

[Hook]

Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

Gucci Mane – AAAA Lyrics

November 28, 2016 Azlyrics

[Intro – Juiceman]
Aye! Aye! Ok! Ok!
Juicy! Gucci!
Zaytoven, zaytiggi, So Icey Entertainment

[Hook]

Gucci Mane & Future – Selling Heroin (Free Bricks 2 Zone 6 Edition Mixtape)

November 17, 2016 Azlyrics

[Intro: Future]
Guwop, Wizard
1017, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Future]
My watch and my chains is litty
My rings and ears sadity
Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He ’bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I look like I’m sellin’ heroin
Man, I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
This ain’t a gimmick, it’s an epidemic
I got that shit that’ll bust your heart, make you get to itchin’
I got that shit that make a junkie walk from Mississippi
I got these bitches sellin’ blood to get a fix in
Man she can’t even find a vein to catch a drain
My niggas might hijack a plane to get the cain
I’m Gucci Mane, I feel like Sosa, Moet Mimosa
I got ’em smoking like a motor to meet the quota
This parking spot reserved for kingpins, it’s reserved
I look like I just robbed a kingpin for 100 birds
Man come and holler at your boy, I got that boy
They know Guwop about his bills, LeSean McCoy

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I look like I’m sellin’ heroin
Man, I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin
I look like I’m ssellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin
I look like I’m sellin’ heroin, I’m sellin’ heroin

[Verse 2: Future]
Junkies at the front door, I got junkies at the back door
Got them niggas wrappin’ dummies, I got niggas pullin’ kick doors
I got hoes in Frisco, I got hoes live in the N.O
You want you a ho and you know we call that a demo
Came from out the section, stash a million in the Pinto
’69 Camaro, boy you remixin’ a kilo
Look inside this barrel if you look into the peep hole
I just popped a tab and I keep that Dan Marino
I got European niggas pullin’ heists, prino
I go Donald Trump when I’m lookin’ for the c-notes
You get hit with pump if you fuckin’ with the kilo
Lookin’ at my wrist, man this shit should be illegal
(Like heroin, like heroin, like heroin)

[Bridge: Future]
My watch and my chains is litty
My rings and ears sidity
Yeah, my watch and bag a Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He ’bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

GUCCI MANE – Selling Heroin lyrics

November 15, 2016 Azlyrics

Guwop, Wizzop
1017, yeah, yeah

My watch and my chains is litted
My rings and ears sidity
Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

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This ain’t a gimmick, it’s an epidemic
I got that shit that’ll bust your heart, make you get to itching
I got that shit that make a junkie walk from Mississippi
I got these bitches selling blood to get a fix in
Man she can’t even find a vein to catch a drain
My niggas might hijack a plane to get the cain
I’m Gucci Mane, I feel like Sosa, Moet mamosa
I got ’em smoking like a motor to meet the quota
This parking spot reserved for kingpins, it’s reserved
I look like I just robbed a kingpin for 100 birds
Man come and holler at your boy, I got that boy
They know Guwop about his bills, LeSean McCoy

Junkies at the front door, I got junkies at the back door
Got them niggas wrapping dummies
I got niggas pulling kick doors
I got hoes in Frisco, I got hoes live in the NO
You want you a ho and you know we call that a demo
Came from out the section, stash a million in the Pinto
’69 Camaro, boy you remixing send a kilo
Look inside this barrel if you look into the peep hole
I just popped a tab and I keep that Dan Marino
I got European niggas pulling heists, (?)
I go Donald Trump when I’m looking for the c-note
You get hit with pump if you fighting over the kilo
Looking at my wrist, man this shit should be illegal
Like heroin, like heroin, like heroin

Gucci Mane & Future – Selling Heroin

November 15, 2016 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Guwop, Wizzop
1017, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Future]
My watch and my chains is litted
My rings and ears sadity
Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
This ain’t a gimmick, it’s an epidemic
I got that shit that’ll bust your heart, make you get to itching
I got that shit that make a junkie walk from Mississippi
I got these bitches selling blood to get a fix in
Man she can’t even find a vein to catch a drain
My niggas might hijack a plane to get the cain
I’m Gucci Mane, I feel like Sosa, Moet mamosa
I got ’em smoking like a motor to meet the quota
This parking spot reserved for kingpins, it’s reserved
I look like I just robbed a kingpin for 100 birds
Man come and holler at your boy, I got that boy
They know Guwop about his bills, LeSean McCoy

[Verse 2: Future]
Junkies at the front door, I got junkies at the back door
Got them niggas wrapping dummies
I got niggas pulling kick doors
I got hoes in Frisco, I got hoes live in the NO
You want you a ho and you know we call that a demo
Came from out the section, stash a million in the Pinto
’69 Camaro, boy you remixing send a kilo
Look inside this barrel if you look into the peep hole
I just popped a tab and I keep that Dan Marino
I got European niggas pulling heists, (?)
I go Donald Trump when I’m looking for the c-note
You get hit with pump if you fighting over the kilo
Looking at my wrist, man this shit should be illegal
Like heroin, like heroin, like heroin

[Bridge: Future]
My watch and my chains is litted
My rings and ears sidity
Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gucci Mane – Selling Heroin lyrics

November 15, 2016 Azlyrics

Guwop, Wizzop
1017, yeah, yeah

This ain’t a gimmick, it’s an epidemic
I got that shit that’ll bust your heart, make you get to itching
I got that shit that make a junkie walk from Mississippi
I got these bitches selling blood to get a fix in
Man she can’t even find a vein to catch a drain
My niggas might hijack a plane to get the cain
I’m Gucci Mane, I feel like Sosa, Moet mamosa
I got ’em smoking like a motor to meet the quota
This parking spot reserved for kingpins, it’s reserved
I look like I just robbed a kingpin for 100 birds
Man come and holler at your boy, I got that boy
They know Guwop about his bills, LeSean McCoy