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23oct/120

Gucci Mane Ft. Rick Ross – Respect Me (Young Jeezy Diss)

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Letra de Respect Me (Young Jeezy Diss) de Gucci Mane Ft. Rick Ross

Nig*a gon respect me, nig*a best respect me
Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me
Nig*a gon respect me, nig*a best respect me
Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me (x2)
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Ain’t another nig*a like me
I know these hoes don’t like me
Rpg’s for your whole family
Cuz your best friend tried to trap me
The world game is so slimy
But all my nig*as are grimy
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I cut real strutted violin
Beefin over, so icy
Blood all over my Nike’s
Man, I’m fu*king your wifey
Gucci mane, I’m not hify
So don’t jump around me
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King of the streets, come crown me
Like cliff loutter woulda doubt me
Got a white girl like ice t
Figure white bricks in the suv
Drug dealers will consign me
Brick squad, yea we violent
Catch catchers turn silent
Twitter bad bit*hes are the problem, ported
Came by the jail and I started back ballin
Phone gotta charge cuz the hoes keep callin
Read about you’s, cutting beef and broccoli
And I’m the first nig*a to say trapaholic
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Nig*a gon respect me, nig*a best respect me
Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me
Nig*a gon respect me, nig*a best respect me
Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me (x2)
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Facing double life, my nig*a went to trial
Think he getting out, my nig*a in denial
Gave his bit*h the Benz just to get around
Quarter Millie on his lawyer, money baggin down
Top off of dome, squares off of my tron
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Fu*k talkin on phones already know what my dog want
I push a button and them killers coming
Disrespect me? Nig*as get nothing
Seeing 50 keys, started from a crumb
Mad brag, g waggin, ridin through the slums
I could take a penny, flip it to a dollar
You will never disrespect me on my red impala
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Nig*a gon respect me, nig*a best respect me
Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me
Nig*a gon respect me, nig*a best respect me
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Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me (x2).
Letra / Lyrics

23oct/120

Gucci Mane Ft. Rick Ross – Respect Me (Young Jeezy Diss) (Traducida)

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Letra en español de Respect Me (Young Jeezy Diss) de Gucci Mane Ft. Rick Ross

Original

Nig*a gon respect me, nig*a best respect me
Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me
Nig*a gon respect me, nig*a best respect me
Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me (x2)
From Letra-Lyrics.com

Ain’t another nig*a like me
I know these hoes don’t like me
Rpg’s for your whole family
Cuz your best friend tried to trap me
The world game is so slimy
But all my nig*as are grimy
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I cut real strutted violin
Beefin over, so icy
Blood all over my Nike’s
Man, I’m fu*king your wifey
Gucci mane, I’m not hify
So don’t jump around me
From Letra-Lyrics.com
King of the streets, come crown me
Like cliff loutter woulda doubt me
Got a white girl like ice t
Figure white bricks in the suv
Drug dealers will consign me
Brick squad, yea we violent
Catch catchers turn silent
Twitter bad bit*hes are the problem, ported
Came by the jail and I started back ballin
Phone gotta charge cuz the hoes keep callin
Read about you’s, cutting beef and broccoli
And I’m the first nig*a to say trapaholic
From Letra-Lyrics.com

Nig*a gon respect me, nig*a best respect me
Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me
Nig*a gon respect me, nig*a best respect me
Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me (x2)
From Letra-Lyrics.com

Facing double life, my nig*a went to trial
Think he getting out, my nig*a in denial
Gave his bit*h the Benz just to get around
Quarter Millie on his lawyer, money baggin down
Top off of dome, squares off of my tron
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Fu*k talkin on phones already know what my dog want
I push a button and them killers coming
Disrespect me? Nig*as get nothing
Seeing 50 keys, started from a crumb
Mad brag, g waggin, ridin through the slums
I could take a penny, flip it to a dollar
You will never disrespect me on my red impala
From Letra-Lyrics.com

Nig*a gon respect me, nig*a best respect me
Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me
Nig*a gon respect me, nig*a best respect me
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Ain’t no way in hell I’mma let you disrespect me (x2).
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19oct/120

Gucci Mane Ft. T-Pain – Act Up

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Letra de Act Up de Gucci Mane Ft. T-Pain

I ain’t never want a Grammy, I ain’t never been a nominee
Bees in my hummer vee, 30 gram for one of these
I don’t like these pussy ass nig*a just like chief keef
Bonne apetit, when I eat nig*a, fish feast
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Eat your capiscis, keep her on a short leash
Hair beaver bc’s cause they know they fear me
Those all talk, all grind in my free g
You came to the game but you wait in the cheap seat
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I swear they don’t want me to succeed
But I’m not letting them leave
Until I stop them from breathe
And I ain’t fu*king wrong
Don’t let them get to dough
Man it will make a nig*a really wanna act up
Cause I’ma do, what I’ma do, on my new, got a
What about you, but I ain’t fu*king wrong
Don’t let them get your dough
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I got killers on my pay roll, moving when I say so
These hoes don’t really love me, they just love I got a bank roll
Plug he keep send the blow, he ain’t never said no
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He mixing on the head, they broken, I can’t understand foe
I’m talking to you pussy ass nig*a, you better listen
Step his ass so hard, with that crystal, he pay detention
Jump out with them k’s, start hitting, cause they was snitching
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I swear they don’t want me to succeed
But I’m not letting them leave
Until I stop them from breathe
And I ain’t fu*king wrong
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Don’t let them get to dough
Man it will make a nig*a really wanna act up
Cause I’ma do, what I’ma do, on my new, got a
What about you, but I ain’t fu*king wrong
Don’t let them get your dough.
Letra / Lyrics

19oct/120

Gucci Mane Ft. T-Pain – Act Up (Traducida)

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Letra en español de Act Up de Gucci Mane Ft. T-Pain

Original

I ain’t never want a Grammy, I ain’t never been a nominee
Bees in my hummer vee, 30 gram for one of these
I don’t like these pussy ass nig*a just like chief keef
Bonne apetit, when I eat nig*a, fish feast
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Eat your capiscis, keep her on a short leash
Hair beaver bc’s cause they know they fear me
Those all talk, all grind in my free g
You came to the game but you wait in the cheap seat
From Letra-Lyrics.com

I swear they don’t want me to succeed
But I’m not letting them leave
Until I stop them from breathe
And I ain’t fu*king wrong
Don’t let them get to dough
Man it will make a nig*a really wanna act up
Cause I’ma do, what I’ma do, on my new, got a
What about you, but I ain’t fu*king wrong
Don’t let them get your dough
From Letra-Lyrics.com

I got killers on my pay roll, moving when I say so
These hoes don’t really love me, they just love I got a bank roll
Plug he keep send the blow, he ain’t never said no
From Letra-Lyrics.com
He mixing on the head, they broken, I can’t understand foe
I’m talking to you pussy ass nig*a, you better listen
Step his ass so hard, with that crystal, he pay detention
Jump out with them k’s, start hitting, cause they was snitching
From Letra-Lyrics.com

I swear they don’t want me to succeed
But I’m not letting them leave
Until I stop them from breathe
And I ain’t fu*king wrong
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Don’t let them get to dough
Man it will make a nig*a really wanna act up
Cause I’ma do, what I’ma do, on my new, got a
What about you, but I ain’t fu*king wrong
Don’t let them get your dough.
From Letra-Lyrics.com

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19oct/120

Gucci Mane Ft. Kevin McCall – That’s That (Trap God) (Traducida)

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Letra en español de That's That (Trap God) de Gucci Mane Ft. Kevin McCall

Original

Whole lot of chains, don’t let them get loose
Sipping rich man juice that’s a 4 wanna deuce
All my cars they ain’t got no roof
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And I’m pleading that guilty, they ain’t got no proof
Look in my closet, I ain’t got no suits
2 thousand dollar shirts, 4 thousand dollars boots
Broke ass nig*a ain’t got no clue
I’m so rich I can buy your troops
Gucci going broke, you’re a god damn fool
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Piss so bad, I’ma put it through school
These rob nig*as don’t move like me
When I move all the young nig*as gonna move
You can run up but what you gonna prove
Put your bad, put your whole god damn news
Whole lot of ice and a bunch of tattoos
When you choose me baby, you know you can’t loose
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Baby got that back pack, and that’s that
Pocket got the fast stacks, and that’s that
Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that
Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that
Nig*a’s my show in the club back, and that’s that
You might not get your bit*h back, and that’s that
Yeah I’m smoking on that loud pack, and that’s that
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Got a bit*h so bad, looking good with no pants
Running down on the booth, so bad
Proceed on the jag, and her boyfriend bad, outside
Bit*h with the Georgia tats
Smelling so bad she a
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Passed up bit*h she employ your ass
Red bottom heels and ..and she riding around the city just dropping swag
Real fat ass, take out of that, I gotta ask, I gotta ask
Hunned for the cash I do, have a car so fast I loose your ass
Go so bad that she got you blinded
Kill you a cat and you buy her diamonds
All by life, where you been, bit*h so fine, we move her in
Stop, that devil tripping, last thing I need to do is move that bishop
Yeah we good, and we’re …what can I say baby, I’m a tycoon
Gucci mane, I ain’t for the job no boom
From Letra-Lyrics.com
But tell your girlfriend she can jump in too
Whole lot of ice and a bunch of tattoos
When you choose me baby, you know you can’t loose
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Baby got that back pack, and that’s that
Pocket got the fast stacks, and that’s that
Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that
Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that
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Nig*a’s my show in the club back, and that’s that
You might not get your bit*h back, and that’s that
Yeah I’m smoking on that loud pack, and that’s that.
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19oct/120

Gucci Mane Ft. Kevin McCall – That’s That (Trap God)

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Letra de That's That (Trap God) de Gucci Mane Ft. Kevin McCall

Whole lot of chains, don’t let them get loose
Sipping rich man juice that’s a 4 wanna deuce
All my cars they ain’t got no roof
From Letra-Lyrics.com
And I’m pleading that guilty, they ain’t got no proof
Look in my closet, I ain’t got no suits
2 thousand dollar shirts, 4 thousand dollars boots
Broke ass nig*a ain’t got no clue
I’m so rich I can buy your troops
Gucci going broke, you’re a god damn fool
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Piss so bad, I’ma put it through school
These rob nig*as don’t move like me
When I move all the young nig*as gonna move
You can run up but what you gonna prove
Put your bad, put your whole god damn news
Whole lot of ice and a bunch of tattoos
When you choose me baby, you know you can’t loose
From Letra-Lyrics.com

Baby got that back pack, and that’s that
Pocket got the fast stacks, and that’s that
Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that
Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that
Nig*a’s my show in the club back, and that’s that
You might not get your bit*h back, and that’s that
Yeah I’m smoking on that loud pack, and that’s that
From Letra-Lyrics.com

Got a bit*h so bad, looking good with no pants
Running down on the booth, so bad
Proceed on the jag, and her boyfriend bad, outside
Bit*h with the Georgia tats
Smelling so bad she a
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Passed up bit*h she employ your ass
Red bottom heels and ..and she riding around the city just dropping swag
Real fat ass, take out of that, I gotta ask, I gotta ask
Hunned for the cash I do, have a car so fast I loose your ass
Go so bad that she got you blinded
Kill you a cat and you buy her diamonds
All by life, where you been, bit*h so fine, we move her in
Stop, that devil tripping, last thing I need to do is move that bishop
Yeah we good, and we’re …what can I say baby, I’m a tycoon
Gucci mane, I ain’t for the job no boom
From Letra-Lyrics.com
But tell your girlfriend she can jump in too
Whole lot of ice and a bunch of tattoos
When you choose me baby, you know you can’t loose
From Letra-Lyrics.com

Baby got that back pack, and that’s that
Pocket got the fast stacks, and that’s that
Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that
Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that
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Nig*a’s my show in the club back, and that’s that
You might not get your bit*h back, and that’s that
Yeah I’m smoking on that loud pack, and that’s that.
Letra / Lyrics

19oct/120

Gucci Mane Ft. Waka Flocka Flame – Crazy

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Letra de Crazy de Gucci Mane Ft. Waka Flocka Flame

Hallelujah, my plug just send me 50, I got first right a refusal
My bit*hes my man shooter, I might make my bit*h go do you
Don’t bring your bit*h around my chick, my bit*h might Jimmy chiu her
It’s gwap, I ain’t hip hop, but I bet my diamonds bluer
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Got 3 sparks, I got 3 draws and I ain’t no nig*a cooler
Got 3 range, I got 3 chains and I think I’m Ricky ruler
That be on nig*as in my straight 8, cause that’s how I maneuver, Gucci!
Make trap back, I had a flash back, when I shot at that intruder
In a section, full of bad bit*hes, and they wanna smell hooters
Way I beat the block, way I work the track
Make you think I’m a producer
Inside your head, medusa, you’re dumb head, you need a tutor
From Letra-Lyrics.com

I might not buy a new Mercedes, but I’ma drive your ass crazy
That’s something she just done phase me
The way she suck it, so amazing
I’m bout to drive a bit*h crazy
That’s something she just done phase me
I’m bout to make a bit*h pay me, pay me
You taking care of nig*a baby
I’m bout to drive a bit*h crazy
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Wave flag, no black car, flat back car, of 2 bars with 3 broads
40 grands on my g stars, pinkslips don’t lease ours
Who the fuck you think we are, retard!
Kief start this bricks quad, that candy touch your body part
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Trapped up like toll cars, goons have it real like the drug lords
Got young shooters and dope guards
My annals are dope boys, like a drugzar in a cold war
Pistol whip a nig*a with a crowbar
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Security guards they trelling you, so we pulling up and shooting both calls
Bag em nig*a like a bad boy, paint a nig*a like Mozart
Say nig*a life has gived in, wanna find his ass in the junkyard
Murder sh*t I know boy, I ain’t really scared of no boy
Couple of home boys and lil joy, and they all waiting to come home boy
That’s bricks all on my thunder, bricks all on my flow boy
And you know a nig*a pay the but respect me, I can’t go for it
All my hoes are fly for, all my nig*a are die for
I can tell a killer when I see one, you can say Gucci got an eye for
From Letra-Lyrics.com

I might not buy a new Mercedes, but I’ma drive your ass crazy
That’s something she just done phase me
The way she suck it, so amazing
I’m bout to drive a bit*h crazy
From Letra-Lyrics.com
That’s something she just done phase me
I’m bout to make a bit*h pay me, pay me
You taking care of nig*a baby
I’m bout to drive a bit*h crazy.
Letra / Lyrics

19oct/120

Gucci Mane Ft. Waka Flocka Flame – Crazy (Traducida)

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Letra en español de Crazy de Gucci Mane Ft. Waka Flocka Flame

Original

Hallelujah, my plug just send me 50, I got first right a refusal
My bit*hes my man shooter, I might make my bit*h go do you
Don’t bring your bit*h around my chick, my bit*h might Jimmy chiu her
It’s gwap, I ain’t hip hop, but I bet my diamonds bluer
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Got 3 sparks, I got 3 draws and I ain’t no nig*a cooler
Got 3 range, I got 3 chains and I think I’m Ricky ruler
That be on nig*as in my straight 8, cause that’s how I maneuver, Gucci!
Make trap back, I had a flash back, when I shot at that intruder
In a section, full of bad bit*hes, and they wanna smell hooters
Way I beat the block, way I work the track
Make you think I’m a producer
Inside your head, medusa, you’re dumb head, you need a tutor
From Letra-Lyrics.com

I might not buy a new Mercedes, but I’ma drive your ass crazy
That’s something she just done phase me
The way she suck it, so amazing
I’m bout to drive a bit*h crazy
That’s something she just done phase me
I’m bout to make a bit*h pay me, pay me
You taking care of nig*a baby
I’m bout to drive a bit*h crazy
From Letra-Lyrics.com

Wave flag, no black car, flat back car, of 2 bars with 3 broads
40 grands on my g stars, pinkslips don’t lease ours
Who the fuck you think we are, retard!
Kief start this bricks quad, that candy touch your body part
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Trapped up like toll cars, goons have it real like the drug lords
Got young shooters and dope guards
My annals are dope boys, like a drugzar in a cold war
Pistol whip a nig*a with a crowbar
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Security guards they trelling you, so we pulling up and shooting both calls
Bag em nig*a like a bad boy, paint a nig*a like Mozart
Say nig*a life has gived in, wanna find his ass in the junkyard
Murder sh*t I know boy, I ain’t really scared of no boy
Couple of home boys and lil joy, and they all waiting to come home boy
That’s bricks all on my thunder, bricks all on my flow boy
And you know a nig*a pay the but respect me, I can’t go for it
All my hoes are fly for, all my nig*a are die for
I can tell a killer when I see one, you can say Gucci got an eye for
From Letra-Lyrics.com

I might not buy a new Mercedes, but I’ma drive your ass crazy
That’s something she just done phase me
The way she suck it, so amazing
I’m bout to drive a bit*h crazy
From Letra-Lyrics.com
That’s something she just done phase me
I’m bout to make a bit*h pay me, pay me
You taking care of nig*a baby
I’m bout to drive a bit*h crazy.
From Letra-Lyrics.com

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19oct/120

Gucci Mane Ft. Meek Mill – Get Money Nig*a (Trap God) (Traducida)

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Letra en español de Get Money Nig*a (Trap God) de Gucci Mane Ft. Meek Mill

Original

Gucci, Meek Mill
From 808 feelie real recognize real
Yeah we hood rich
Trap god turn us up
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Nig*a, and this nig*as wanna know for
You better call em my connect
And next from what he put me on for
I heard your nig*a ballin
Do what the f*ck you take alone for
But you get the f*ck this
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You nig*a know you don’t belong girl
All my nig*as smoking scrome here
We don’t talk reckless on the phone here
A lot of clitch don’t get alone here
Please scrub my nig*a we rock our own gear
I’m on the press and on the long chair
I hope that you don’t read me wrong
But if I go pull up that tongue dear
I bet that you don’t make it home
I’m in the choppers with my long jass
And I’m in trapper all day long
They call me back and sold the own
Before you try that sh*t be gone
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I’m a money get nig*a, and this bit*hes wanna know from
You’d better call em my connect and next some what he put me on from
I heard your nig*as balling
Do what the f*ck you take a long for
You better stare by the fillie nig*a
You know them pussy don’t belong here
From Letra-Lyrics.com

Rose go on my bottle six
Have the mill on form whip
I’m inner will with foreign bit*h
I’m on a bright strap and she on this dick
She bout tell you lane, your diamonds look strange
I’m grinding like win, when you on that skateboard
Say, nig*a you new girls my open
My old bit*h your new girl
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Young low rich fillie nig*a, them hoes tell me I’m truth
I don’t need and f*ck one on one
’Cause when I come I need two girls
That girl to f*ck like all night
Get them bit*hes that whole pipe
Riding round with Keyshia
And we smoking no Keyshia
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Young nig*a friends like Easter
Tripping on my sneakers
Ray drop I seat that, I celebrate I get back
That molly look like a tic-tac
And I tell that hoe that I tic tac like ohh
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I’m a money
And this bit*hes what em know for
You’d better call em my connect
And next what he put em on for
I I heard your nig*as ballin
Do do what the fu*k you take a long for
But get the fu*k out this
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You nig*as know you don’t belong girl
I drop a back on your head nig*a
And then locate you like own star
I ain’t had to buy sh*t nig*a
My nig*a waka got his ow call
You want my dick like you a bit*h nig*a
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Won’t you go and..your own bars
And I won’t go back and jail nig*a
But you gonna make me catch my own jar
I can look and tell you fry nig*a
But you keep on try to look hard
Your fresh keep action what’s the spell nig*a
That’s your motherf*cking home boys
I’m a money get nig*a, and these bit*hes what em known for
From Letra-Lyrics.com

You better call em my connect
And next so what he out me on for
I heard your nig*as balling
Do do what the fu*k you take a long for
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But get the fu*k out this
You nig*as know you don’t belong girl.
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19oct/120

Gucci Mane Ft. Meek Mill – Get Money Nig*a (Trap God)

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Letra de Get Money Nig*a (Trap God) de Gucci Mane Ft. Meek Mill

Gucci, Meek Mill
From 808 feelie real recognize real
Yeah we hood rich
Trap god turn us up
From Letra-Lyrics.com

Nig*a, and this nig*as wanna know for
You better call em my connect
And next from what he put me on for
I heard your nig*a ballin
Do what the f*ck you take alone for
But you get the f*ck this
From Letra-Lyrics.com
You nig*a know you don’t belong girl
All my nig*as smoking scrome here
We don’t talk reckless on the phone here
A lot of clitch don’t get alone here
Please scrub my nig*a we rock our own gear
I’m on the press and on the long chair
I hope that you don’t read me wrong
But if I go pull up that tongue dear
I bet that you don’t make it home
I’m in the choppers with my long jass
And I’m in trapper all day long
They call me back and sold the own
Before you try that sh*t be gone
From Letra-Lyrics.com

I’m a money get nig*a, and this bit*hes wanna know from
You’d better call em my connect and next some what he put me on from
I heard your nig*as balling
Do what the f*ck you take a long for
You better stare by the fillie nig*a
You know them pussy don’t belong here
From Letra-Lyrics.com

Rose go on my bottle six
Have the mill on form whip
I’m inner will with foreign bit*h
I’m on a bright strap and she on this dick
She bout tell you lane, your diamonds look strange
I’m grinding like win, when you on that skateboard
Say, nig*a you new girls my open
My old bit*h your new girl
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Young low rich fillie nig*a, them hoes tell me I’m truth
I don’t need and f*ck one on one
’Cause when I come I need two girls
That girl to f*ck like all night
Get them bit*hes that whole pipe
Riding round with Keyshia
And we smoking no Keyshia
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Young nig*a friends like Easter
Tripping on my sneakers
Ray drop I seat that, I celebrate I get back
That molly look like a tic-tac
And I tell that hoe that I tic tac like ohh
From Letra-Lyrics.com

I’m a money
And this bit*hes what em know for
You’d better call em my connect
And next what he put em on for
I I heard your nig*as ballin
Do do what the fu*k you take a long for
But get the fu*k out this
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You nig*as know you don’t belong girl
I drop a back on your head nig*a
And then locate you like own star
I ain’t had to buy sh*t nig*a
My nig*a waka got his ow call
You want my dick like you a bit*h nig*a
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Won’t you go and..your own bars
And I won’t go back and jail nig*a
But you gonna make me catch my own jar
I can look and tell you fry nig*a
But you keep on try to look hard
Your fresh keep action what’s the spell nig*a
That’s your motherf*cking home boys
I’m a money get nig*a, and these bit*hes what em known for
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You better call em my connect
And next so what he out me on for
I heard your nig*as balling
Do do what the fu*k you take a long for
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But get the fu*k out this
You nig*as know you don’t belong girl.
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