Red Cafe Ft. Chief Keef, Game, French Montana & Fabolous – Gucci Everything

Letra de Gucci Everything de Red Cafe Ft. Chief Keef, Game, French Montana & Fabolous
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
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Realest nig*er living, fu*k a nig*er feeling
I woke up this morning, hit the block and made a killing
Them nig*ers, I love ‘em, my nig*ers be plugging
Graduated college, mama, but I chose thugging
We got all the money if you was looking for it
My life is a movie, my Gucci imported
I just do this sh*t for a hobby
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When all this jury excited to federalis
All is Cavali, Versace and Gucci and anything
I know I’m shallow, but fu*k it, Gucci everything
She ain’t got no titties, but she got hella a*s
I ain’t got no credit, but I got hella cash
Got me cooking with a pack of g
And jumping on the realest nig*er living, one hundred
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Red alert, red alert
Real nig*er till I die, though
Gucci everything, bit*h!
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Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
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Well, I got Gucci everything
I might need a wedding ring
To marry to this money, I swear it’s my everything
I won’t hear a thing, I won’t hear a thing
My nig*ers on alert, yeah, they don’t hear a thing
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Maurice got me chilling, devillain know the village
Bit*h, I am the realest, stacking on my millions
I’m doing everything, you’re not doing anything
And my boy stays trapped, like they saw my enemy
Got they got, better run, ‘cause we’re shooting everything
Get fried, I walk cut, and you ruin everything
Money is the motto, I ball hard, no lotto
And bit*h I need my money, need my money, pronto?
We shoot up your condo, we ain’t but the come down
We gonna bring everything and hit you with that convo
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Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
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We’re stopping everything, for saw everything
We coping everything, you nig*ers copy everything
Bit*h Louis everything, Gucci everything
The all next 3d movie everything
Bit*h, I’m cooping everything, we’re shooting everything
And when I fu*k your name, bit*h, I put on everything
Realest nig*er living, balling like a pistol
Horse power, all power, everything we whipping, whipping
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Gucci, nig*er, jase on like off for the shine
I go hard, best I, nig*er, to change’s on, no lie, nig*er
I walk in the Gucci store with them bands
Hold on to arm, is something real tense
Walk on stoned, is something real cold
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Gucci man, Gucci car, Gucci van, Gucci shirt, Gucci sleeves
Back pack like my hood, hold, let out fu*king Jizz
I be fu*king with Gucci since I was seventeen
Imma blunt, gettin money, that’s that red mixed with green, get my gla*s
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Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Mary to this bit*h, Gucci wedding ring
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Mary to this bit*h, Gucci wedding ring
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Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
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I say money over hoes, I like to buy everything
They gotta accept it, though, I swipe my car with everything
And I rock the mic, she like recording everything
Tongue out, legs open, Michael Jordan everything
I be washing nig*ers up, they say I pay them everything
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First they won’t be get us none, then they get us everything
When I’ve got some paper I buy my favorite everything
That’s why I’m so icy, roger getting everything
Gucci, I roll up like sushi, I’m dipping in that white shape with them wings
Green stripe, red stripe, green stripe, nig*er
I can’t miss if a red being type nig*er
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Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything.
Red Cafe Ft. Chief Keef, Game, French Montana & Fabolous – Gucci Everything (Traducida)

Letra en español de Gucci Everything de Red Cafe Ft. Chief Keef, Game, French Montana & Fabolous
Original
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Realest nig*er living, fu*k a nig*er feeling
I woke up this morning, hit the block and made a killing
Them nig*ers, I love ‘em, my nig*ers be plugging
Graduated college, mama, but I chose thugging
We got all the money if you was looking for it
My life is a movie, my Gucci imported
I just do this sh*t for a hobby
From Letra-Lyrics.com
When all this jury excited to federalis
All is Cavali, Versace and Gucci and anything
I know I’m shallow, but fu*k it, Gucci everything
She ain’t got no titties, but she got hella a*s
I ain’t got no credit, but I got hella cash
Got me cooking with a pack of g
And jumping on the realest nig*er living, one hundred
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Red alert, red alert
Real nig*er till I die, though
Gucci everything, bit*h!
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
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Well, I got Gucci everything
I might need a wedding ring
To marry to this money, I swear it’s my everything
I won’t hear a thing, I won’t hear a thing
My nig*ers on alert, yeah, they don’t hear a thing
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Maurice got me chilling, devillain know the village
Bit*h, I am the realest, stacking on my millions
I’m doing everything, you’re not doing anything
And my boy stays trapped, like they saw my enemy
Got they got, better run, ‘cause we’re shooting everything
Get fried, I walk cut, and you ruin everything
Money is the motto, I ball hard, no lotto
And bit*h I need my money, need my money, pronto?
We shoot up your condo, we ain’t but the come down
We gonna bring everything and hit you with that convo
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
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We’re stopping everything, for saw everything
We coping everything, you nig*ers copy everything
Bit*h Louis everything, Gucci everything
The all next 3d movie everything
Bit*h, I’m cooping everything, we’re shooting everything
And when I fu*k your name, bit*h, I put on everything
Realest nig*er living, balling like a pistol
Horse power, all power, everything we whipping, whipping
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Gucci, nig*er, jase on like off for the shine
I go hard, best I, nig*er, to change’s on, no lie, nig*er
I walk in the Gucci store with them bands
Hold on to arm, is something real tense
Walk on stoned, is something real cold
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Gucci man, Gucci car, Gucci van, Gucci shirt, Gucci sleeves
Back pack like my hood, hold, let out fu*king Jizz
I be fu*king with Gucci since I was seventeen
Imma blunt, gettin money, that’s that red mixed with green, get my gla*s
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Mary to this bit*h, Gucci wedding ring
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Mary to this bit*h, Gucci wedding ring
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Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
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I say money over hoes, I like to buy everything
They gotta accept it, though, I swipe my car with everything
And I rock the mic, she like recording everything
Tongue out, legs open, Michael Jordan everything
I be washing nig*ers up, they say I pay them everything
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First they won’t be get us none, then they get us everything
When I’ve got some paper I buy my favorite everything
That’s why I’m so icy, roger getting everything
Gucci, I roll up like sushi, I’m dipping in that white shape with them wings
Green stripe, red stripe, green stripe, nig*er
I can’t miss if a red being type nig*er
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything.
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Game Ft. Pusha T – Name Me King (Traducida)

Letra en español de Name Me King de Game Ft. Pusha T
Original
Open the pearling gates
Bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya’ honor
Name Me King (x2)
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away in white horses
Name Me King (x2)
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Brick by brick I built my fortress
My queen beautiful, Lamborghini is gorgeous
Phantom in the courtyard, 400 horses
Growl make the tower fall, 911 Porsches
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Number 9 Jordan’s pause the Air Forces
Kush clouds, blunts lit by Olympic torches
Gold bars melted and what returned Rolexes
Nig*as got Breitlings to burn
Loyalty to earn
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Royalty to who it may concern this is Los Angeles King Snapback
Sipping ‘tron out the Stanley cup, I don’t give a fu*k
Drown them in the moat and let the bridge up
My son, my heir in Nike Airs
Named my little nig*a King meaning you should bow at his feet before God intervenes
Even when I was in front of triple beams
Stack paper to the ceiling, to the fiends I was king
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Open the pearling gates
Bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya’ honor
Name Me King (x2)
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away in white horses
Name Me King (x2)
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Raise your glass for the last of the Kingpins
The crown in the Maserati grill is mingling
Rolly’s cross oceans like Frank out in England
The Gay Pride bezel rainbow like its spring again
Haah crack rock, crack rock nig*a
My SC430 was a drop nig*a
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Go figure, this nig*a play goldfish
My only pet was fish scale not a goldfish
My young baby sitter now my old bitch
Blowjobs to what I sold made her nose itch
It’s the king being crowned, watch my predecessor fall like the sun going down (God)
It’s sunset, this is Sun Tzu (War!)
He paved the way I brought a ton through (Whooo)
Been on his heels like a gum shoe
He took the throne so I could run through
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Open the pearling gates
Bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya’ honor
Name Me King (x2)
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away in white horses
Name Me King (x2)
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Rose petals at my feet when I’m stepping out the Rolls
The royal penis is clean, Versace belt gold
Sweatin’ like a slave ? get sold
Accompanied by fourteen karats stoald
Adjust the temperature let the heat rise up like Jesus shuttles worth in that glass jar
Blue flame glowing like a Avatar
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Five more minutes says the silent gold hand going ’round on my Audemar
Angels in the wing, ass naked do your thing
Show me what that baking soda bring
Do it for your king
Every time I look up, they cook up
I be the master of them p’s I got the hook up
From New Orleans to Virginia
I told her stuff them pies in her Virginia
Never been caught, can’t be bought, she’s a winner
Flying south for the winter make it back home for dinner
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Open the pearling gates
Bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya’ honor
Name Me King (x2)
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away in white horses
Name Me King (x2).
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Game Ft. Pusha T – Name Me King

Letra de Name Me King de Game Ft. Pusha T
Open the pearling gates
Bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya’ honor
Name Me King (x2)
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away in white horses
Name Me King (x2)
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Brick by brick I built my fortress
My queen beautiful, Lamborghini is gorgeous
Phantom in the courtyard, 400 horses
Growl make the tower fall, 911 Porsches
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Number 9 Jordan’s pause the Air Forces
Kush clouds, blunts lit by Olympic torches
Gold bars melted and what returned Rolexes
Nig*as got Breitlings to burn
Loyalty to earn
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Royalty to who it may concern this is Los Angeles King Snapback
Sipping ‘tron out the Stanley cup, I don’t give a fu*k
Drown them in the moat and let the bridge up
My son, my heir in Nike Airs
Named my little nig*a King meaning you should bow at his feet before God intervenes
Even when I was in front of triple beams
Stack paper to the ceiling, to the fiends I was king
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Open the pearling gates
Bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya’ honor
Name Me King (x2)
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away in white horses
Name Me King (x2)
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Raise your glass for the last of the Kingpins
The crown in the Maserati grill is mingling
Rolly’s cross oceans like Frank out in England
The Gay Pride bezel rainbow like its spring again
Haah crack rock, crack rock nig*a
My SC430 was a drop nig*a
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Go figure, this nig*a play goldfish
My only pet was fish scale not a goldfish
My young baby sitter now my old bitch
Blowjobs to what I sold made her nose itch
It’s the king being crowned, watch my predecessor fall like the sun going down (God)
It’s sunset, this is Sun Tzu (War!)
He paved the way I brought a ton through (Whooo)
Been on his heels like a gum shoe
He took the throne so I could run through
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Open the pearling gates
Bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya’ honor
Name Me King (x2)
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away in white horses
Name Me King (x2)
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Rose petals at my feet when I’m stepping out the Rolls
The royal penis is clean, Versace belt gold
Sweatin’ like a slave ? get sold
Accompanied by fourteen karats stoald
Adjust the temperature let the heat rise up like Jesus shuttles worth in that glass jar
Blue flame glowing like a Avatar
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Five more minutes says the silent gold hand going ’round on my Audemar
Angels in the wing, ass naked do your thing
Show me what that baking soda bring
Do it for your king
Every time I look up, they cook up
I be the master of them p’s I got the hook up
From New Orleans to Virginia
I told her stuff them pies in her Virginia
Never been caught, can’t be bought, she’s a winner
Flying south for the winter make it back home for dinner
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Open the pearling gates
Bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya’ honor
Name Me King (x2)
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away in white horses
Name Me King (x2).
Game Ft. Chris Brown, Tyga, Wiz Khalifa & Lil Wayne – Celebration

Letra de Celebration de Game Ft. Chris Brown, Tyga, Wiz Khalifa & Lil Wayne
Get high, get high, get high
Westside, Westside, Westside
Young Mullah Baby
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We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
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Blowing on that ayo
Breaking down them trees
I’m out the door with ... on the keys
Scooping up Chris and I’m hitting the freeway
Yeah, got a whole sip of that purp
Got a couple bítches at home with no clothes on
Cause they roll on us, twerk
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We hot boxing that Ghost, Ace all in that door
Ray Bans on my face, never know when my eyes low
Smoke good, fück good, eat good, stay catchy
She said backwards, kill switches, ... take out
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Yeah but I love fücking redbone
She country thick and that hair long
That ... killer, she dead wrong
She went to Howard, her hair strong
Her momma taught her, her legs long
She went to college and got a masters
Now she bringing that bread home
Roll up
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Put the purp in the blunt
Get high, get high, get high
Put the purp in the blunt
Westside, Westside, Westside
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We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
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We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
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It’s a celebration, don’t let the police do anything
Anticipating I’m feeling your body
Hoping that you would just give me a chance
God damn babe just hold your glass up for this toast
My cash up and your ass up, know the ones tipping the most
Tonight, on the Westside
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And if you wanna roll, have the best night of your life, no lie, no lie
Me and you together girl I’m celebrating you tonight
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Uh, yeah I’m blown no cigarillo rello
Loving like Mello, get on my level 101 carats in my bezel
I’m on, like soon as the ice cream truck at the ghetto
Little knucklehead always in trouble soon as I ask shawty her number, fo sho
Yeah I get it, then I'm gone, then I hit it like bone bone
Now you fucking up my zone, my zone, my zone
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Said she wait for daddy come home
Told me she ain't got nothing on
I’m talking no thong, thong, thong
Yeah she throwing that ... back
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Hard as a back, sit on my lap
Won’t need nothing better than that
That’s a fact, that's a fact
Don’t act Hollywood cause I don’t act
About my business but I don’t slack
This my celebration rap, so
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We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
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I pour up for Pimp C, light up for Soulja Slim
Straight out the gutter, with the rest of the bowling pins
Money for days, go both ways
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On the road to riches, I got road rage
Got the kush in the swisher, got the ... liquor
Got a silencer on the gun, take it off like a stripper
Yeah, wake up, wake up
I’m going at your face make up
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These ... need stitches cause they taking pay cuts
Man somebody tell ‘em, its a celebration
All my niggas got guns no registration
Now go and light that weed up, I’m Trukfit teed up
... down, beez up
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Rolling and choking
I’m moving in slow motion, I’m putting no gun
Put the purp in the blunt
Rolling and choking
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I’m moving in slow motion, I’m putting no gun
Put the purp in the blunt (Young Mullah Baby)
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We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
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We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
We having a celebration, love to stay high
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We having a celebration, love to stay high.
Wiz Khalifa Ft. Game & Stat Quo – Far From Coach (Traducida)

Letra en español de Far From Coach de Wiz Khalifa, Game y Stat Quo
Original
And the Kush became so strong
And the flights became private
And the bread became so long
Fast money and fly whips
We high, don’t stop the smoke
And we fly g5, we so far from coach
Now you see why, when we high, can’t stop the smoke
And we fly g5, we so far from coach3
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Smokin’ that Buddah fillin’
Blowin’ that kudda illin’
I’m runnin’ through the millions
I’m sittin’ roofless chillin’
Koolaid in the polar bear
They flockin’ cause they know it’s there
Money game, money straight
Like Joe key and Noah had
That’s no bullsh*t, game time
Make you nig*as change minds
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Forfeit, or consume a full clip
Nig*a like me eatin’ small fish
With your bit*h watchin’ swordfish
Nig*as can’t ignore this
You can’t afford this extravagant sh*t
We Louie Gucci birkin baggin’ this sh*t
Bag of the piff
Hot-boxin’ in the back of the six
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With Jimi Hendrix on, immaculate sh*t
Long way from Compton
Where we used to bag it in shifts with mags and the clips
Hurricane, right back on the sh*t
Back on the block with a package of spliffs
From blowin’ cats, it’s the Wiz, what it is
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And the Kush became so strong
And the flights became private
And the bread became so long
Fast money and fly whips
We high, don’t stop the smoke
And we fly g5, we so far from coach
Now you see why, when we high, can’t stop the smoke
And we fly g5, we so far from coach
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Uh, you nig*as want Kush? We got ounces
Corgies we got pounds, clips we got rounds
Hundred thousand dollars when I skip through your town
Baller sh*t, don’t even want a piece, man, we want all of it
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Thirty thousand on the piece where my collar sit
Went so hard in the middle, east don’t know what to call this sh*t
Now I’m buyin’ up all the champagne
Drinkin’ away all of my problems, bit*h
Might sound crazy
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But I just left the private plane, promoter paid 100k
And I ain’t even stay the whole day
Hit the crib, bought a pound and smoked the whole thing
That givency men’s collection, copped the whole thing
Not to mention all these diamonds in my gold ring
Made it to the top with nobody knowin’
Nig*as say they safe, but nobody’s showin’
Man he beats this sh*t, but nobody flowin’
Old Versace sh*t, the newest rick Owens
If I’m rollin’ it, you know that it’s potent
With the game and we smokin’
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And the Kush became so strong
And the flights became private
And the bread became so long
Fast money and fly whips
We high, don’t stop the smoke
And we fly g5, we so far from coach
Now you see why, when we high, can’t stop the smoke
And we fly g5, we so far from coach
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Hah, it’s self-explanatory how we get it
Roll the purp in a plane ticket
Stat hop to that money, but I don’t ribbit
Post playa ball, nice in the pivot, jays on but I fu*k with pippin
Kays on when them nig*as trippin’
Uh, pools of your partner blood, ya boy stay slippin’
Never tippin’, stay sippin’
Court side, blake griffin
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Stay missin’, stackin’ fitted while you nig*as stay bit*hin’
Coka and boca, the kush of them strokers
Grand daddy and oova, blow that smoke to Jehovah
Four-fifty my motor, use your bit*h for my chauffeur
I encoded the cobra, mark priced the rover
T-top in the trans, hit the gas and it’s over
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Bit*h please, this is how we get them hoes the doja
I got shooters, I know growers from Vancouver
Plus I’m cooler than the cooler at your grand momma’s picnic
Bit*h you?
Somethin’ chill from Brazil, on the l
With wiz and game, my life is like corona commercials
Family matters, Kevin love at you urkles
That’s them wolves, nig*as
They here to
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Murk you, lights out no curfew
Bit*h ain’t stoppin’ ’til my unborn seed seed’s is rich
Or ’til Jesus sit right next to me
And smoke ’til the seasons switch, my nig*a
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And the Kush became so strong
And the flights became private
And the bread became so long
Fast money and fly whips
We From Letra-Lyrics.comhigh, don’t stop the smoke
And we fly g5, we so far from coach
Now you see why, when we high, can’t stop the smoke
And we fly g5, we so far from coach.
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Warren G Ft. Game & Nate Dogg – Party We Will Throw Now

Letra de Party We Will Throw Now de Warren G, Game y Nate Dogg
As I travel this lonely gangster road
Just me and my Negroes
We still got bomb hydro
We just double independent
And the night falls that’s when young girls go home
Big girls put on small clothes
A party we will throw
A party we will throw now
All I need is the chronic to keep me fit
A bad bit*h, a project apartment and 2 pits
Red chucks of red big to keep my kush lit
Thank god for what I get but never really needed sh*t
I’m a hustler nig*a, that’s how I got this red Bentley
Slay the competition and told them that dre sent me
Walk in the smoke like what up loc
Cause one always got that bomb dot com that make me choke
We gonna twist up, 8 for nate blow the smoke through the clouds
And hopes that it reaches the pearly gates
Now, how many nig*as wanna throw up a dub
And be surrounded by the baddest bitc*es up in the club yeah
It’s the math blood, sixes on the ave cuz
Phantom got your girl pussy wetter than my bath tub
Fuck her all night, wake her up at 6
Lil mama grab your sh*t, get ghost
As I travel this lonely gangster road
Just me and my Negroes
We still got bomb hydro
We just double independent
And the night falls that’s when young girls go home
Big girls put on small clothes
A party we will throw
A party we will throw now
Click clack what up, zig zag run up
Nic nac paddie whack, twisting up a fat sack
Tic tac toe up, I be in them streets like an intersection
I got connection, from every section
Critical, political, its killer cal’
Roll it up, now pass that sh*t around
My mental is cynical, original
Thinking you could see us
I’m like nig*a how
I’m in that diamond lane, I’m in that diamond chain
Glissing and glowing, I’m sipping liquor I’m blowing zippers my nig*a I’m on one
I’m pushing the zone up, I’m sitting up, my pistol shining my chrome up
My nig*a game got the gun load
One shot mix a nig*a brain like some gumbo, oh, oh
All that tough talk nig*a, what for
Shut your scary ass up at the front door
As I travel this lonely gangster road
Just me and my Negroes
We still got bomb hydro
We just double independent
And the night falls that’s when young girls go home
Big girls put on small clothes
A party we will throw
A party we will throw now
Could nobody diss my nig*a, damn I miss my nig*a
Pour out a little liquor, big nate dogg nig*a 213
From the city by the sea, where the g’s ride,
Turn around baby let me listen to the b-side
Slap that, tap that, after that, east side
As I travel this road I see the street sign
Ready for whatever, berrettas you know I keep mine
Mr L-B, c-p-t nig*a we be, og to bg, that’s what we be, killer, what
Cali-forni-a, eh, know the strap, hop into the six stray snoop, what up loc
I’m headed to the east side, g ride throwing up everything but the peace sign
Gold daytonas, gangbang persona nig*a trip, I’ma pop the top off his corolla
As I travel this lonely gangster road
Just me and my Negroes
We still got bomb hydro
We just double independent
And the night falls that’s when young girls go home
Big girls put on small clothes
A party we will throw
A party we will throw now.
Ace Hood Ft. Game – Different People

Letra de Different People de Ace Hood y Game
We are different people
Born alone I’ma die alone nig*a, a renegade
We are different people, we are
We are different people, we are
We are different people, check
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations
Different aspirations
Mama was a hustler, daddy was a dead beat
Chance of me out the hood was rarer than some red meat
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep
I believe in god but deep inside resides the beast in me
Nightmares of being broke, never seem to be a joke
Sliding with that 44, and my life’s been revoke
Blind, erase the real g, paid and I’m still me
Real love the real, I don’t respect them nig*as in between
I’m like Achilles from the troy movie, that do some damage like a full Uzi
I am nothing like you other dudes
Same come and goes but we got different views
Snitching under pressure that’s a never do
Took the lawyer nig*as with me as I’m making moves
Talking tough one with to that killer with you in the booth
I’m prepared to die, question is, are you
We are different people, we are
We are different people, we are
We are different people, check
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations, preach
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations
They ill will, I’m prepared to die
I got the blueprint of how to talk that 45
Surprise, realize I can’t be fuck*d with a no scale
Not the hoes, not the money, the swag
Now my g code, I’ma spray and reload
Hit your toe with a tag
Nig*as hood with it, your ace was good with it
He got that ace, I got the spades
Getaway car, we ready for the way
Or whatever
I can’t be stopped, no I’m the next sun
Half of million dollars up and get some
Burn on my waist I’m hollow shelling, come get some
I flip, you ain’t murder around,
Yeah, nig*a with the blood clot, don’t get blood shot
Murder ain’t shit for me, I love taking mug shots
Love taking bit*hes from paris down to jamaica
Love sitting on the flow of Rihanna watching the Lakers
I’m a bad boy ain’t seen puff in years though
But I keep some B.I.G. Off in my ear lobes, hood
We are different people, we are
We are different people, we are
We are different people, check
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations, preach
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations
Mama was a hustler, daddy was a dead beat
Chance of me out the hood was rarer than some red meat
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep
Now I lay me down to sleep, now I lay me down to sleep
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep.
NORE Ft. Busta Rhymes, Game & Waka Flocka Flame – Lehhhgooo
Letra de I'll Be Home For Christmas de NORE, Busta Rhymes, Game y Waka Flocka Flame
Soulja Boy Ft. Game – Too Faded

Letra de Too Faded de Soulja Boy y Game
Hey yo I’m full of that purp
Can’t be f*cked with when I’m rolling’
I like that backwoods up and put that sun roof in motion
I hit the block like what, them boys can’t f*ck with that phantom
Put them 6s down in buck kid, I f*ck with Atlanta
Got that huge blow and rocks up in this
Shining like the staple center lights when Kobe go for 40 looking like Mike
Don’t compare me to these rap nig*as I’m not like ‘em, I swear to god
I did went through hurt before, Chris Humphrey my d*ck big
You can ask the broads, I like my b*tch authentic no fake
T*tties or ass
When she do I Ricky Ruby on that hoe, I pass
Since tall F*cking with the lights out
When the shit on like a I fight though
I don’t wanna fight though; wanna lose your life though
So pull a 38 on yeah, turn a nig*a Mike on
Yeah, I’m f*cked up and they hating
Turn all these rap nig*as into blood Zulu nation
Yeah, soldiers, the diamonds in your chain
Bigger than that nig*a face and that’s foul, game
I’m f*cked up and I’m faded
I said I’m f*cked up and I’m faded
We got peach sirock syrup ‘torn, peach sirock syrup ‘torn, peach sirock syrup ‘torn
Faded, I’m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded,
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I’m f*cked up
Puff pop and I pass on, rich nig*a young asshole
F*ck you trying to tell me, go bars for the cash bro
I took charge and I went hard
Held it down for my f*ck squad
F*ck you nig*as talk about
Time we bring them racks out
Welcome to my spaceship, that shit look like a trap house
Go ahead and bring the Benz out
Recoup your hoe and we freeze up
Pound that’s a beat up, 50 k on my sleeve bro
And I’m fresh f*ck and my sleeve up
These nig*as riding won’t be us
Everyday we get the bump, riding round smoking’ grind
2012 red Bentley mean, gang driving through Compton
Bad b*tches by the dozen, no police I ain’t coughing
And nig*as saying they got swag
But it’s money gang or nothing
I’m high as f*ck see it in my eyes
Shouts out game that number 5
Fresh as f-ck till a nig*a die
Gonna write my name up in the sky
F-ck you nig*as talking about, we get cash by large amounts
I’m f*cked up and I’m faded, got a mansion up in las Vegas
I’m f*cked up and I’m faded
I said I’m f*cked up and I’m faded
We got peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron
Faded, I’m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded,
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I’m f*cked up.

