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make you - gucci mane lyrics

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
it’s operation get rich, and i ain’t buying bottles
i don’t want no bentley, i buy fifty monte carlo’s
i’m in the trap from monday to sunday
and you don’t want no problems unless you want gunplay
i wet your set with a tooly on it
i got a tech with a cool*it on it, i wet your deck, like, [?] done it
and if you pray, then it really haunts you
and no, i don’t remember your name, i’m on my one million blunt
so call tit for that yay game
cause we real, they lame
we here, and they came
and now i’m old enough to know how balling feels
but all the ones that taught me [?]
so i’m so hungry i can eat a mansion
and i’m so broke i can’t pay attention
so low, i don’t need a bench
i don’t need a tеam, so dope, i don’t need a beam
it’s tity boy, lil boo and gucci mane

[chorus: gucci mane]
drop it off bеfore i have to make it come and drop it off
take it off before i have to come and take it off
drop it off before i have to make it come and drop it off
take it off before i have to come and take it off
drop it off before i have to make it come and drop it off
take it off before i have to come and take it off
drop it off before i have to make it come and drop it off
take it off before i have to come and take it off
drop it off before i have to make it come and drop it off
take it off before i have to come and take it off
drop it off before i have to make it come and drop it off
take it off before i have to come and take it off
[verse 2: boo]
come around my block, we’ll show you how the king cook
p*ssy n*ggas tryna stunt, get they f*cking chains took
chi*town what we call it, full of k!llers and alcoholics
45. make them back up off me, don’t try it, man, you salty
[?] heads get hit
they start calling feds and sh*t, we stand your clique
i’m good cause i have my bricks
i’m in my jag smoking bags of that deadly sh*t
h*ll yeah, i packed an extra clip, so don’t slip
i’m right here, head on tilt
it’s a shame all the cocaine i done dealt
tity boy, gucci mane, young boo
now where it poppin’, n*ggas tell us what you gon do

[chorus: gucci mane]
drop it off before i have to make it come and drop it off
take it off before i have to come and take it off
drop it off before i have to make it come and drop it off
take it off before i have to come and take it off
drop it off before i have to make it come and drop it off
take it off before i have to come and take it off
drop it off before i have to make it come and drop it off
take it off before i have to come and take it off
drop it off before i have to make it come and drop it off
take it off before i have to come and take it off
drop it off before i have to make it come and drop it off
take it off before i have to come and take it off
[verse 3: gucci mane]
i’m a [?] rookie
can’t go out like no p*ssy
can’t let no n*gga push me, i take a n*gga cookies
i heard you got a truck with a hundred pounds in it
so i got my chopper with the hundred rounds in it
d*mn that’s some real talk, f*ck what your clique thought
throwing up them e’s, like [?]
why you weighting gains up? damm you done came up
military trained up, almost famous
gucci got a sick flow, all he wear is roles gold
tryna get a deal, but all i got was clothes though
now i’m like a ceo, imma sign my d*mn self
n*gga out of line, imma beat him with a [?] belt
burn him with a hot iron, f*ck him with a broomstick
go and d*ck his main b*tch, for tryna talk sh*t
gucci keep it gutter man, all i do is hustle man
i’m ‘gon take your mama man, pistol whip your brother man

- gucci mane lyrics

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