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make love - ripsi winelover lyrics

[intro: nicki minaj & gucci mane]
uh, gucci
wanna make love, love, love

[verse 1: gucci mane]
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 sh*t 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
d*mn, 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 n*gga, spend a million on a wedding cakе
n*ggas hate, but hesitate
thеy hate to see ya elevate
i just left out the gym
i’m ’bout to take a swim and meditate
woo!
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
[chorus: gucci mane]
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

[verse 2: nicki minaj]
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 s*xy 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? (b*tch, where?)
hahaha, ahhhhh
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
[chorus: gucci mane]
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

[verse 3: ripsi winelover]
uh who this b*tch think she is
to leak my music i didn’t wanna drop
it yet because the song was so good
now b*tch thinkin’ she can be me
but i’m the rolls royce and you’re
a honda b*tch like use your f*ckin
mind b*tch but that is something
you do not have b*tch like you came
in 7 years after i did b*tch and you thinking
you are better than me b*tch
kiss my ass (ass)
now you from staten island
and i’m from queens come here
and we can fight again over again
like we did 10 years ago in the studio
b*tch my weave poppin’ and your’s
is crunchy like lays b*tch
if i see you i will sn*tch you hoe
and my 3rd album flopped
yeah i know that but your album
isn’t even here you arguing
with a b*tch that still makes music
and you haven’t been relavant since
since your 3rd album b*tch
and you come to see my shows
and you even snoop thru my notebook
and you made accusations that i don’t
write my raps but i have proof that i write my
own sh*t now let me check back to december 25th
1999 i was in the studio writing my diss track
and you were recording your album
but someone was writing your music
for you and you should go ghost again
for over 20 years and you begged me for
a feature back in 2011 when the incident
happened and you rewrote your verse
alot so b*tch when you coming for me
make sure you don’t lie you dumb ass b*tch

[outro: gucci mane]
i love to see the money stack up
hope that we don’t ever, ever break up (up)
wanna make love, love, love

- ripsi winelover lyrics

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