Gucci Mane – Opps and Adversaries Lyrics

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[Intro]
Wop
Huh
Brr
[Chorus]
No opps or adversaries left, they all are dead and buried (Gone)
Glizock in my Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Burberry (Burr)
Slam the dunk on Maynard Terrace like LeBron did Jason Terry (Woo)
You pussies super scary, put that on the Virgin Mary (Huh?)
You make the hood embarrassed, but I made it legendary (Six)
Spend money, I don’t cherish it, can’t spend it when you’re buried (Nope)
I tatted my hood on me, I’m really from the slum
Diamonds look so good on me, I came up off of crumbs (Bling)
[Verse 1]
Tattoos on my face, the media said it was dumb (Dummy)
Mama threw me out her house for trappin’, I was young (Money)
A crook, I get no sympathy, the judge denied the bond (Fuck)
Niggas know what’s up with me, this ain’t no water gun (Bow)
Missed the shots they took at me, the pussy tried to run (Run)
Keep speakin’ down on Gucci’s name, I’m gon’ cut out your tongue (Rrr)
Chopstick like a guitar, yeah, he ran, didn’t have a chance (Huh)
Dancin’ with the devil, got my man and did the line
[Pre-Chorus]
Nobody said nothin’, somehow haters bring me up (Huh?)
Suck it ’til I nut, then clean me up (Huh?)
One just ain’t enough, sometimes I got ’em teamin’ up (Guwop)
Summer over with, Gucci hot as fuck (Guwop)
[Chorus]
No opps or adversaries left, they all are dead and buried (Gone)
Glizock in my Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Burberry (Burr)
Slam the dunk on Maynard Terrace like LeBron did Jason Terry (Woo)
You pussies super scary, put that on the Virgin Mary (Pussies)
You make the hood embarrassed, but I made it legendary (Six)
Spend money, I don’t cherish it, can’t spend it when you’re buried (Nah)
I tatted my hood on me, I’m really from the slum
Diamonds look so good on me, I came up off of crumbs (Bling)
[Verse 2]
Haters don’t exist, we can’t co-exist (No)
What’s trap rap to you? Before I rapped, I had a brick (Oh)
Like gettin’ a rebound, goin’ coast-to-coast with no assist (Go)
Your ho on my dick, you can’t throw her shit (Woo)
My ho, your ho, they know, can’t play broke, they know I’m rich (They know)
The secret out the lid, (Huh?) I tried to keep it hid (Damn)
My ho act like a jit, don’t get what she want, throw a fit (Wah)
I’m thinkin’ that I’m tonin’ down, they say I’m goin’ big (Big)
[Pre-Chorus]
Nobody said nothin’, somehow haters bring me up (Huh?)
Suck it ’til I nut, then clean me up (Huh?)
One just ain’t enough, sometimes I got ’em teamin’ up (Guwop)
Summer over with, Gucci hot as fuck (Guwop)
[Chorus]
No opps or adversaries left, they all are dead and buried (Gone)
Glizock in my Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Burberry (Burr)
Slam the dunk on Maynard Terrace like LeBron did Jason Terry (Woo)
You pussies super scary, put that on the Virgin Mary (Huh?)
You make the hood embarrassed, but I made it legendary (Six)
Spend money, I don’t cherish it, can’t spend it when you’re buried (Nope)
I tatted my hood on me, I’m really from the slum
Diamonds look so good on me, I came up off of crumbs (Bling)

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Gucci Mane – Last Night Lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
SportsCenter
EA
1-0-1-7 (Ziggy)
Ziggy
Zaytoven
Go
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Sleepin’ on the racks last night, I done fucked around and woke up with a crick in my neck
Got so lit last night, woke up with a buttnaked bitch in my jet
Iced out baguettes on my chest
Bouldercrest tatted in ink on my flesh
I’m the boss, it’s a brick on my desk
Brain so good, yeah, she cheat on her test
Got so high one night, woke up with an ice cream cone on my cheek (How?)
Last night dripped so hard courtside, had to call the mop boy to my seat (Wow)
At the Super Bowl in my suite (Yeah)
Ballin’ so hard, need cleats (Ballin’)
Human highlight like ‘Nique (‘Nique)
And my diamonds are so unique (Bling)
Heard the alphabet boys still watchin’ me
All this D&G on me and my freak (Dolce)
Versace fork and plate when I eat and sleep
And I don’t like to talk, talk cheap (Cheap)
Last night, me and my peeps (Peeps)
Pulled up to the yacht three deep (Deep)
Hundred bad bitches like Freaknik
Diamonds dancing on me like yeet (Iceburg)
[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
I’m that same lil’ dusty lil’ feet
Nigga got rich, now I feel like I’m Pee
Had to sleep on the floor, now it’s courtside seat
I got it scorching, they pay me fifteen just so I rap on they beat
Come to 1’5, you can get ’em for cheap
Still run through the 6
I got shooters on Moreland, my diamonds like water
My Rollie be frosty, it’s colder than Boston (Brr)
Buddy got shot when he reached (Got popped)
Bitch, I’m Big Iceburg, need a mink
Bitch got curved, she don’t mean nothin’ to me (Bitch)
He got some nerve, think he gettin’ it like me (Hah)
I made a thirty this morning while you was asleep (Steph Curry)
I did that boy dirty, I shot him from the three
You don’t know a young nigga that’s rockin’ like me
Keep a pocket full of motherfuckin’ broccoli
[Verse 3: OJ Da Juiceman]
Let these fish take a swim, ayy
Still catchin’ plays by Crim, yeah
Bouldercrest, nigga, we tempt, ayy
Yay still jumpin’ out the gym, yeah
Never ever lose, just win, ayy
Still on the ‘Crest gettin’ it in, yeah
Still sellin’ dope behind tint, ayy
Forty whole thousand on my wrist, yeah
Ballin’ on these niggas, big player, yeah
Still got the work, brick layer, ayy
Real player from the Himalayas, yeah
Wet, diamond water like a whale, yeah
Fifty whole bricks, ten bales, yeah
Used to send work by the mail, ayy
Got tired of takin’ them L’s, yeah
Nigga, I’m a Bouldercrest mayor, ayy

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Gucci Mane – Highly Recommended Lyrics

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[Intro]
DY Krazy
8…
Skrrt
[Chorus]
Homicide with malice, a lot of niggas jealous (Yeah)
I wrote the streets a ballad, I woke up on a pallet (Mm)
Gucci my suspenders, I used to get suspended (Guwop)
Stay far away from snitches, I highly recommend it (Racks)
[Verse]
I’m ’bout them racks like Venus (Racks), but I don’t play no tennis (Venus)
My smile done brought me millions (Smile), so shoutout to my dentist (Shoutout)
You lightweight, get your weight up (Light), and stay out Gucci business (Guc’)
There’s sharks out here, don’t get ate up (Gr), I’m not really friendly (Nah)
You haters get your hate up (Hater), you ants couldn’t even pinch me (Mm)
I own the team I play for (Uh), so you could never bench me (No)
I spend cash like it’s playful (Racks), feel like that’s what it’s made for (Yeah)
‘Dem broke days made me grateful (Ooh), ‘dem court dates made me hateful (Fuck)
I’m not talkin’ the weekend, but I’m talkin’ ’bout Abel (Huh?)
You see this shit that Cain did, and they weren’t even strangers (Damn)
My daddy dead, my momma dead (Mom), so God sent me some angels (Pa)
I’m from East Atlanta, catch a thief, cut off his finger (Woo)
Cocaína off the airplane (Guc’), own private hanger
The chopper in the trunk make you do the Macarena (True)
Money in container, shippin’ it to Califina (Woo)
Running circles ’round these squares with these rectangles (Skrrt)
Mountain Park apartments next to Triangle (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, true)
Heard they fucked him with a broom stick and left it in his anal
If you dwell on it, think too long, you go insane-ah (Whoa, damn)
Dash your own heroin, they searchin’ for a vein-oh (Yeah)
Dope so good, it clog the pipe line, need Drano (Hoo)
Had to bring the chopsticks and cut that boy up like Maino (Cha-cha)
Twin extended .40, yeah, that’s bangers on bangers (Twin)
Niggas sayin’ that they trappin’, but they R&B singers (Hm)
[Chorus]
Homicide with malice, a lot of niggas jealous (Yeah)
I wrote the streets a ballad, I woke up on a pallet (Mm)
Gucci my suspenders, I used to get suspended (Guwop)
Stay far away from snitches, I highly recommend it (Racks)

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Gucci Mane – Came from Scratch Lyrics

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[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Woo, uh, I made a million off scratch (Scratch)
Then put this drip in the bag (Drip)
Came for the modelin’ bitches, no Nats (No Nats)
The lean by the bottle, no tax (Drank)
12 think the coupe was hijacked (Hijack)
Back in the day, I was into that (Into that)
Now the bags come in by the max
[Chorus: Quavo]
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks, ayy
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Nah, I’m not into pitty pat (Nah)
Nah, I’m not into internet (Nah)
Get it, young nigga, go scratch that (Scratch that)
Comin’ up on the North, he won’t last, yeah (Nah)
My wrist baguetty blasted (Blasted)
My bitch fleek with the lashes (Fleek)
My gang, they put you in caskets (Gang)
We kill ’em with whips and fashion (Whip)
McLaren, the Benz, the Lambo I’m smashin’
Pullin’ out of the mansion (Skrrt)
In the Maybach, relaxin’ (‘Laxin’)
But the Demon, the ‘Cat are the fastest (Nyoom)
You think that it’s a fantasy (Woo), the way that my salary cappin’ (Cappin’)
Me and Guwop, we be laughin’ (Haha), they wanna be partners again, they relapsin’
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Man, I seen it from a mile away, they tryna get some clout (Clout)
I know what you about (‘Bout), I know without a doubt (Doubt)
I dropped the top, I know it’s one, no need to cut it out (Huh?)
The money what it’s ’bout (‘Bout)
My bitch bag cost a house (Guwop)
I shine too hard, offend folks without even openin’ my mouth (Huh?)
I needed folks, they left me dead, they kicked me, I was down (Damn)
Picked myself up off the ground, the blue cheese bailed me out (Honest)
My bank roll is on gout right now, so sick, can’t leave the house (Egh)
Some leeches tried to ride my wave, but all of them wiped out (Wiped)
My house so big I got lost, couldn’t even find my way around (Where?)
Some haters played some games with me, but now they in the ground (Ground)
Dirty money, Gucci Mane, no hundreds in the ground (Guwop)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy

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Gucci Mane – Bucking the System Lyrics

You gotta send the money ‘fore the load come through
Nigga Peewee League, pay with peewee cheese
I be overseas, I’m in Medellín with it
If you takin’ my lick, I got felonies, nigga
Livin’ like that when I fell in these systems
Real Hermés, what we sell in these trenches
Deal cocaine, but the recipe different
Ask Lee Lucas if I’m cut like that
Real street nigga, but the pedigree different
Pillow talk ’bout me, you a jelly bean nigga
I slam on your fam’ if you tell on me nigga
I slam on your fam’ if you tell on me nigga
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’
I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’ the system
I’m buckin’ on niggas, I’m buckin’ up pistols
I’m takin’ up pistols and kill ’em
I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’
I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’ the system
Don’t fuck with these niggas
Don’t rock with these niggas
They try me, I’m buckin’ the system (Brick Squad!)
I control a forklift, yeah, they just sent four
Hundred round discharge, writin’ on the clipboard
Put you in the coffin, I bought a new fit for it
Bite a nigga apple (Baow), MacBook laptop
Droptop, MAC-11, ridin’ with the strap out
Got my own blueprint, guess I got it mapped out
Just was on Carolina, standin’ in the trap house
Said I wouldn’t be shit, think I didn’t hear about it
Now a nigga clip cost bigger than your real house
I get on a helicopter blindfold to Mexico
You pull up to meet a middle man at Texaco
Breadwinner safeguard, run off on who? Play this song
[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Zaytoven
Huh
They should put me on SportsCenter with all this ballin’ I be doin’ (Gucci)
You can’t see Wop on your best day, nigga (Gang)
It’s Gucci
Huh
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Trappin’ all day on the goddamn skreets
I didn’t even have nowhere to goddamn sleep
I remember recordin’ in Zay’ mama basement
Way, way, way before he ever had a placement (On God)
Dead bodies in the bando, we called it a vacant (Bando)
Smokin’, drinkin’, sellin’ dope but I was on probation (Facts)
Turned into a killer soon as I left my Cecilia (Straight up)
I don’t think they feel ya ’til the ghetto try to kill ya’ (Oh Lord)
Free my niggas in the system, motherfuck the system
If you a snitch, fuck you and who snitchin’ with ya (Fuck ya)
Loan money walk, let the lady take her picture (Mwah)
Not every day the bitch see a million dollar nigga (Well damn)
Hired killers with me now, I can’t be a victim (Pow, pow)
Choppa close by all the time, I’m buckin’ the system
Diamonds precious, but nothin’s more precious than wisdom (Bling)
The fresh is in the buildin’, bless the ghetto-children (Bless ’em)
Fronted me to pack, I ain’t pound ’em back, I’m buckin’
Been known to buck the system, call the plug and told ’em, “Fuck ’em”
Pockets swole for parole, I feel is an injustice
For me to be broke and strugglin’, I can’t be out hustlin’ (Gucci)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’
I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’ the system
I’m buckin’ on niggas, I’m buckin’ up pistols
I’m takin’ up pistols and kill ’em
I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’
I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’, I’m buckin’ the system
Don’t fuck with these niggas
Don’t rock with these niggas
They try me, I’m buckin’ the system
[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Breadwinner fly and I’m goin’ out gangsta’
Gold mouth dawg and your homeboy fakin’
Breadwinner landlord, need a little favor
Peterbilt, eighteen-wheeler with the reefer trailer
I don’t get a load in, I’ma send a load, bitch
Shot the strong arm to the judge up in court, bitch
Ding-dong, push button bricks, front door shit
1017, nigga, Breadwinner, Brick Squad!

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Gucci Mane – Big Boy Diamonds Lyrics

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[Intro: Kodak Black & Gucci Mane]
Big boy diamonds (Burr)
I’m that big boy stepper, I’m that stepper
All my steps calculated, I’m that stepper, nigga (Free Kodak, ASAP)
Remember that, I’m the one that’s stepping, nigga
I’ma step, one thing about me, yeah
I’m in London, got my beat from London (Go)
[Chorus: Kodak Black & Gucci Mane]
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’ (Damn)
This ain’t a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it’s permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’
Big boy diamonds
[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Beat down your lady vagina, rockin’ the latest designer
Pull off like abracadabra, boo-hoo
Pull right back up in a Jag’ with voodoo
Milkin’ these bitches like Yoo-hoo
Shit on these niggas, I doo-doo
I’m passin’ gas like I farted
Boy, if you smelled it, you dealt it
Water on me like I’m meltin’, water
Fuck on your daughter, don’t call her, water
Come here, lil’ bitch, I’m your father, water
Call me daddy, I’m your papi
Comin’ over, drop the addy
I was on Xannies already, I be on mollies already
Fuck all the talkin’, I been done shot ’em already
[Chorus: Kodak Black & Gucci Mane]
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’
This ain’t a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it’s permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’ (Go)
Big boy diamonds
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’ma be icy in Heaven
Diamonds on me and they white like a wife at the wedding
I done shot dice with my celly
I taught a lifer a lesson
I put that knife on the peasant (Huh)
I bought the choppers already
Gucci the G.O.A.T. but you know it already (G.O.A.T.)
Scope on the rifle, I’m holdin’ it steady
Diamond AP like Elvis Presley, dancin’ (Wop)
Play like you hard, but you sweeter than jelly
Bitch, I’m the shit, it ain’t shit you can tell me (Huh)
Her stomach on flat ’til my dick in her belly
Think I’m a lick, spend a brick on a Presi’
Christmas, I want a stick for a present
Baguette Chopard, it’s factory setted (Bling)
Run up on Wop and you’ll never forget it
I broke the dam, I told ’em to flood it
I want the cash, I don’t want the credit
Went in my stash and gave me a budget
My pockets so budgy that bitches is callin’ me handsome
That then, was callin’ me ugly (Huh?)
I caught a rash from countin’ the money
I’m changin’ the climate like global warming (Bling)
She seen the charm and said I’m charming
The watch on my arm, it come with an army
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’
This ain’t a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it’s permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’
Big boy diamonds

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G-Eazy – K I D S Lyrics

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[Intro]
Haha (Nitrose)
This a sick one, yeah
New York City, the city of dreams
Yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Staying up, they’re like, “What do you got against sleep?”
Playing Donnis first tape, presented by 10.Deep
Spending money like, “Fuck it,” because I ain’t cheap
Look, when you go away, it ain’t shit that you can keep
Feel like fuck it, we partying, going mad dumb
Up&Down, all these Soho girls wanna have fun
Life is easy when all you doing is taking photos
She got a couple of scars, but she don’t like to show those
Her agent books her a cover and everything is great
I can’t recall where I met her, a simple twist of fate
She ain’t used to all-nighters, so she thinks 6 is late
The sun is up and these demons still tryna pass a plate
Couple drugs in my system, faded, my vision is blurry
Phone on one percent, I called an Uber quick in a hurry
Die, fuck it, I’m here, now my phone is dead
I’m fucked up, I know I should go to bed, but fuck it
[Chorus: G-Eazy]
We don’t never really sleep, I’m still up now
Dodging raindrops, tryna duck clouds
I don’t fuck with people, I don’t like crowds
It’s my world and I don’t give a fuck now, yeah
Got me thinking ’bout my life
If I could do it all again, I’d do it twice
If I could do it all again, Lord, forgive me for my sins
This city never sleeps under bright lights, yeah
[Verse 2: Dex Lauper]
Can’t believe my brother died outside of grandma house
He just took a bullet to the brain, now I’m standing under a cloud
No one ever gonna give a fuck about you now
That’s why I ride around with a stain and there ain’t no looking down
As a youngin, the devil pulled up and mama gave him my soul
When you try and buy your masters back, and then your death’s the goal
But how you gon’ tell me about this life when you ain’t got your soul? Drug you up like a puppet, and then they go and take control
I lost my brother, had to go ‘head and look at my life
If I regret it or I’m just go’n ‘head and just get that ice
If I’m in Inglewood, then I’m just with my blooda Ice
I’m on a time where I might just go ahead and risk my life
See all them times when you do wrong, know you gon’ pay the price
I swear that karma the biggest bitch I met up in my life
In this industry, that’s all they know is sacrifice
They tried to go tell me they just wanna take my life
[Chorus: G-Eazy]
We don’t never really sleep, I’m still up now
Dodging raindrops, tryna duck clouds
I don’t fuck with people, I don’t like crowds
It’s my world and I don’t give a fuck now, yeah
Got me thinking ’bout my life
If I could do it all again, I’d do it twice
If I could do it all again, Lord, forgive me for my sins
This city never sleeps under bright lights, yeah

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G-Eazy – Hittin Licks Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Yeah (It’s time for the ninety-nine)
Ayy, yeah
[Chorus]
One of one, ain’t no one like me
One of one, ain’t no one like you
Yeah, we the shit together
Let’s go around the world hittin’ licks together, yeah
One of one ain’t no one like us
Why the fuck you think they don’t like us? Ay, we the shit together
Let’s go around the world hittin’ licks together
[Verse 2]
Bonnie and Clyde, no reason to switch
Ready to die, it’s just me and my bitch
We out to Dubai when the seasons switch
Left some girls in the past, I ain’t seen ’em since
Call from the plane as it takes off for you
Came to see you, took some days off for you
One life to live, I would die for you
Whatever you ask, you know I would supply for you
Rolex, Chanel clutch I buy for you
Cartier nail bracelet ’cause I adore you
Answer whenever you call, I won’t ignore you
2000 roses Venus ET Fleur, yeah, I’ll spoil you
[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, you make the boy calm down
I just want to hear you sing this song out loud
Yeah, and she loyal to the core
Worried about her, I ain’t worried ’bout yours
[Chorus]
One of one, ain’t no one like me
One of one, ain’t no one like you
Yeah, we the shit together
Let’s go around the world hittin’ licks together, yeah
One of one ain’t no one like us
Why the fuck you think they don’t like us? Ay, we the shit together
Let’s go around the world hittin’ licks together (Uh)
[Verse 1]
You my bitch forever
I wanna mob with you, hittin’ licks together
Through thick and thin we stick together
Let’s run a threesome, hit a bitch together, yeah
But honestly, we’re enough together
Let’s move to Paris and be rich forever
Then maybe go half on some kids together
Settle down in Florence, baby, it’s whatever, yeah
Wintertime we can switch the furs
40K a piece, cop his and hers
Vicuña plus got the Birkin purse
Scenic route in the ‘Rari while the engine purrs
[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, you make the boy calm down
I just want to hear you sing this song out loud
Uh, and she loyal to the core
I’m worried about her, I ain’t worried ’bout yours
[Chorus]
One of one, ain’t no one like me
One of one, ain’t no one like you
Yeah, we the shit together
Let’s go around the world hittin’ licks together, yeah
One of one ain’t no one like us
Why the fuck you think they don’t like us? Ay, we the shit together
Let’s go around the world hittin’ licks together

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G-Eazy – Full Time Cappers Lyrics

You sound stupid, you sound childish
I might pull up in that classic 1965 low mileage
Slimane should be my stylist, mixin’ new Celine with Palace
Drink liquor all night, green juice all day, life’s all about balance, listen (Yee)
Think before you talk, there might just be some goons around us (Ayy)
You trippin’ and tonight you gon’ find out how wild the town is (Be cool)
And everything’s not fiction, it ain’t nothing fake about us
Been searching for my hot girl, I told Megan bring some Stallions (Yee)
At fashion week Milan, I’m out here snatching these Italians (Ayy)
Don’t drop the ball, the only thing I drop is Platinum albums (What else?)
Drop ex hoes, drop bad habits, drop fire shit, still drop acid
Drop a pin, I’m pulling up like ‘bam-bam’ all on your mattress
[Chorus: French Montana & Moneybagg Yo]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers (G-Eazy, what it do?)
[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
If you think I’m fuckin’ your bitch, ask her
I told her play her part, never
I can see right through the lie, Casper
Shot off right up to the top, NASA (Add it up)
You niggas cappers but my extendo as long as a cane (It came with a 30)
I’m not a rapper, got raised by trappers, they taught me the game (OGs)
Got on them frames by Louis (Eat it up), but I wear my heart on my sleeve (Trippin’)
These Amiris, not Trueys (No, sir), we did that in 2013 (Put it up)
Snap back, you niggas so cap, my ice clear, your water look tap
Dick in her mouth, I’m fillin’ her gap (Uh)
No rap cap, 100K in my lap
[Chorus: French Montana]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Bitch, you not a factor (You not), you just an actor (Ayy)
Hit her from the back (Ayy), she got it backwards (Uh)
Feel like I’m the shit (Shit), like, “Where my Pampers?” (You know)
Thousand dollar tip, yeah (For what?) For all the dancers (Whoo)
Took a stylish bitch (Ayy) right to the Hamptons
Now she on the injured list, yeah (Why?) ‘Cause she was active
They be fighting for the dick, yeah, ’cause I’m attractive
Money falling on the kid, yeah, feel like a magnet
This is not an instant replay, this life for real
They gone do whatever we say, that’s la famille
Today feel just like my b-day, just signed a deal
I think she down for the three-way, she said she will
Seen that ass I want to jump on, that shit go ‘ba-bum’
Her face I want to bust on, she said “Uh-uh”
“You gon’ fuck up my makeup”, skeet on her Revlon
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, this ain’t no love song
[Chorus: French Montana ]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
[Outro: G-Eazy]
French, I love you forever, I swear to God
Moneybagg Yo, what’s up? Yeah, players have fun, suckas have none
What’s the word of the day, OG? From the Bay to the universe
JetsonMade another one
[Chorus: French Montana]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, bitch? Well, the good book said wasn’t gonna be but a few and I’m one of ’em
A lot was called, but only a few was real with ’em, wa— was chosen
You know, you be true to the game, the game be true to you
And treat ya people right, ’cause the same people you meet goin’ up the same people you meet comin’— you goin’ down Straight up
[Interlude]
You said what? Play this song
[Intro]
G-Eazy, what up?

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G-Eazy – Demons & Angels Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: G-Eazy]
Yeah, you know? Uh
[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
I really thought my last girl would be my last girl
Life changes quicker when you live inside a fast world
She ain’t want the last name, she just want the last word
On everything I love, your middle name was all my passwords
I ain’t think our last fight would be our last fight
I guess we couldn’t chalk that up to just a bad night
But life goes on, that’s how it goes, you know that’s right
I’m thankin’ God my last flight was not my last flight
I really thought my last address would be my last address
I really thought my last arrest would be my last arrest
My heart breaks in half every time Suzanne is stressed
I’m tryna make it up to mama, I don’t plan for less
She still correct me when I fuck up, when I’m feelin’ pressed
Said “I just bought a crib for you, come on now, Mom, we’re blessed”
I spoke it all into existence, watched it manifest
She said “Don’t hang that over my head”
I said “You right” and I just let it rest
Damn, I really put a roof over her head, that’s facts
They couldn’t walk a block if we changed shoes
Swear I kept my receipts, I really pay dues
Life is heavy here, this not the everyday blues
Publications, they just want to say what they choose
If somethin’ happens in my life it’s front-page news
It’s from the heart for all my day ones, not my day twos
It’s by my demons and angels, yeah
[Chorus: Miguel & The Game]
I’m just gettin’ hotter and it’s colder
Demons and angels on my shoulders
Every open door require closure
Keep goin’ ’til it’s over
The highs and lows can get exhaustin’
Every option got it’s cost
Please don’t judge me for my faults
Through my wins and all my losses
Don’t lose your conscience
Pay attention to your thoughts, yeah
Just be cautious
Make this shit just what you wanted
(Yeah, it ain’t gon’ take long, G)
[Verse 2: The Game]
Niggas out here think life is G-Eazy, I pray for ’em
Cross my heart and let the Desert Eagle wait for ’em
And I don’t harbor hate, but, one must wonder
You got that YSL concealer on, what’s hidin’ up under? I feel bad, ’cause I could have made you mine last summer
I seen the James Harden in you, yeah, OKC Thunder
I know your last nigga beat you like he was yo’ drummer
I know that life got better soon as we exchanged our numbers
So here we go, Turks and Caicos, yeah, everything lit
Everything packed, take the Gucci out so everything fit
And we ‘gon roll like a kickball, cross over like Chris Paul
Get lost somewhere in Dubai, feet in the sand, gettin’ these sticks off
Wear my heart on a sleeve of this Off-White hoodie
You need some time to grow up, I know, I drafted a rookie (Yeah)
I’m Phil Jackson in this ill jacket
Pardon my head, yeah, I feel like I wrote Illmatic
And Stillmatic, I should get ‘Ill Will’ tatted
39 a year after I said I wouldn’t and I’m still at it
Still hold my dick, yup, with the steel at it
Hop out the Lambo like a dryer, yeah, it’s still static
I ain’t ‘gon lie, I still fuck bitches in my pastime
I know I told you the last girl was the last time
I gotta go, especially since this my last line
‘Fore I do, smoke this last blunt for the last time (Uh)
‘Fore I do, smoke this last blunt for the last time
[Chorus: Miguel]
I’m just gettin’ hotter and it’s colder
Demons and angels on my shoulders
Every open door require closure
Keep goin’ ’til it’s over
The highs and lows can get exhaustin’
Every option got it’s cost
Please don’t judge me for my faults
Through my wins and all my losses
Don’t lose your conscience
Pay attention to your thoughts, yeah
Just be cautious
Make this shit just what you wanted

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