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Gucci Mane Lyrics Quiet

Gucci Mane Okay With Me Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Do anybody know somebody who know somebody?
Who know somebody who know somebody who got the Mollys
Karate Kid but I don’t even know karate
Kush got my eyes low like Mr. Miyagi
East Atlanta Santa, yeah my stomach fat and jolly
F-cked up 50 grand in Vegas with my nigga bally
Got the battle of the bands going in my Robin’s
And if you think of robbin Gucci, you gon have some problems
Servin pizza pies, all my pies got extra toppings
And I be shittin on all these niggas just like pigeon droppings
30 grand in all hundreds, I don’t do the wallet
And I’m about to fly to New York cause I’m going shoppin’

[Bridge]
I take a brick, break off a brick and cook a deuce
Way I’m beating up all these babies call it child abuse
Way I’m beating that white girl, that’s domestic violence
And my money talk for me cause I be being quiet

[Hook x2]
Quiet, quiet, cause I be being quiet
I let my money talk for me because I’m being quiet

[Verse 2]
Break a 4-way off a brick and then I’m bout to fry it
My money gettin obese, your shit is on a diet
I sip lean all day every day until the kid is tired
I make em search for that ? cause this p-ssy’s wired
If you think you can defeat me, f-ck it nigga, try it
I got squares all in my trunk I think he wanna buy it
Got a G-4 but I do not have no one to fly it
I’m so fly that I might stop rappin and be a pilot
Gucci Mane the shit and you can’t deny it
I got the game in a knot and you can’t untie it
I let my money do the talking, I be being quiet..
And I get money out the streets but keep my business private!

[Bridge]
I take a brick, break off a brick and cook a deuce
Way I’m beating up all these babies call it child abuse
Way I’m beating that white girl, that’s domestic violence
And my money talk for me cause I be being quiet

[Hook x2]
Quiet, quiet, cause I be being quiet
I let my money talk for me because I’m being quiet

Gucci Mane Quiet Lyrics

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Gucci Mane Lyrics Plain Jane

Gucci Mane Plain Jane Lyrics

(Ft. Rocko)

[Intro]
Holiday season, is Gucci
Holiday season, is Gucci
Plain Jane, plain Jane
Ppplain Jane, plain Jane

[Verse 1 : Gucci]
I know my body took a lot of
Long smoke a lot of stink
A lot of pistol a lot of pink
Cause they lean I like the drink
My face got a lot of texts
My girl got a lot of gold
My mouth talk a lot of shit
My d!ck f-ck a lot of hoes
Watch that nigga be filled with shrimp
Ladies limping like it’s close
Cause they’s on my f-cking plane
Ways all in my temp
My mind it be on the prize
Hands on with the 9
Might drop house they keep a line
Cause I am selling drug and hoe
Gucci Mane a millionaire
My house I’ll be seldom there
Ah I was beyond the road
Bank account got that serve O’s
My b!tches be true religion
In my kitchen clicking chicken
Smoking switchers busting fillin
Bought two rough spent the million

[Hook]
This watch right here cost ninety thousand Plain Jane
But I’mma put some watch off in it anyway
You haters they gonna hate on you like in a way
So I am gonna put some words on my shit anyway
Anyway in a way anyway way
I thought that I can find another any day
Any day in a way anyway in a way
It’s not that hot outside but I’mma drop it anyway

[Verse 2 : Rocko]
Maybach’s in way back
Said way back yes it’s out back
I mean out back my spent b!tch
She’s got a fat ass and some big t!ts
I f-ck with her cause her ass in
With hew blow cause her ass in my Louis V shades
Plus it match the eight of spades
Oh newborns talking automats
Got two one plain chain one ice though
Nigger try it meat knock some lights out
Got goon in ?? run a check up my man zone
That is A1 LBG free bossy free pinchy
You don’t want to stand in the way
Your house the size of my condo I just rap
Shit for the fun hoe last over time free Rocko
Young dimes so old school to where street songs
Where the money at I want some songs
You main b!tch and your little sis
You know what time it is nigger it’s three some

[Hook]
This watch right here cost ninety thousand Plain Jane
But I’mma put some watch off in it anyway
You haters they gonna hate on you like in a way
So I am gonna put some words on my shit anyway
Anyway in a way anyway way
I thought that I can find another any day
Any day in a way anyway in a way
It’s not that hot outside but I’mma drop it anyway

[Verse 3 : Gucci]
I drive the top like f-ck it I am not look ?
I pull up the winter f-ck I don’t know was it
I know they cut my budget I know the b!tches love it
I got hatters disgusted I am smoking on that mushroom
I am from east Atlanta and I say it loud I got a black Ferrari
Cause I am black and proud got a delta one and lights out the pimping
When I put together they stand out
I am a biker hitchhiker that’s what you are with your foul mouth
Got a spy girl with some rims on and the black tie they poke out
Got a lighter let me borrow that
So I can smoke me on this ganja ??
Can’t see these niggers
They are under your label is about the ?? Gucci Mane knocking nuzzles

[Hook]
This watch right here cost ninety thousand Plain Jane
But I’mma put some watch off in it anyway
You haters they gonna hate on you like in a way
So I am gonna put some words on my shit anyway
Anyway in a way anyway way
I thought that I can find another any day
Any day in a way anyway in a way
It’s not that hot outside but I’mma drop it anyway

[Outro]
Show some DJ fate my nigga
Know what I wanna do
We working

Gucci Mane Plain Jane Lyrics

Gucci Mane Lyrics Club Hoppin

Gucci Mane Club Hoppin Lyrics

[Hook:]
Started in Magic City ended in Onyx
she fine and she going crazy I’m throwing money
Compound to the Velvet I think I’m Elvis
I always keep green around me like I’m a Celtic
Come out to the gold room I’ll bottle poppin
20 grand all in hundreds I’m going shopping
Them lames to the blue flame b!tch I get it poppin
Come ride with the Gucci man I take it club hoppin

[Verse 1]
Baby come f-ck with me girl I’m going clubbin
Birdies above the skirties but they ain’t scrubbing
Bottles they keep you coming cause I’ve been thugging
I’m feeling all on her t!tties, we kissin cousins
Blaze I wait to the libra back to the cheater
You know the procedure when I be smoking reefer
My money is doing push ups its doing chin ups
I vanish from club vaquish and went to Pin-ups
My diamonds they shining bright when they in the light
On the life on a Saturday night with a nigga wife
Hundred bottles a hundred blunts cause I am a smoker
Good with me I took a fifty and went to Stroker

[Hook:]
Started in Magic City ended in Onyx
she fine and she going crazy I’m throwing money
Compound to the Velvet I think I’m Elvis
I always keep green around me like I’m a Celtic
Come out to the gold room I’ll bottle poppin
20 grand all in hundreds I’m going shopping
Them lames to the blue flame b!tch I get it poppin
Come ride with the Gucci man I take it club hoppin

[Verse 2]
Work and you know I’m working you know I’m grindin’
Shinin I’m throwing money at King of Diamonds
Phantom I gotta Phantom I think I’m handsome
Bad b!tches on my tail we gonna go to Mansion
Cold so I bought the rose and I got the lambo
I’m syruped so I brought the ammo with me to Cameos
And I love on that club Live I just spent a crib
In Miami is my second home so I just bought a crib
Got that cream yeah my whole team we about that green
I’m the man all these women’s dreams so we went to dreams I don’t play on that club Play on a Friday
Leavin Detox and smokin chronic like Dr. Dre
GUCCI!

[Hook:]
Started in Magic City ended in Onyx
she fine and she going crazy I’m throwing money
Compound to the Velvet I think I’m Elvis
I always keep green around me like I’m a Celtic
Come out to the gold room I’ll bottle poppin
20 grand all in hundreds I’m going shopping
Them lames to the blue flame b!tch I get it poppin
Come ride with the Gucci man I take it club hoppin

[Verse 3]
To the a trap house to the Playhouse I’m in Los Angeles
In the west coast I waited down south these b!tches scandalous
In DC I f-ck with Love and I f-ck with Stadium
Money be doing flips like in a gymnasium
In New York I’m in Perfections I think I’m Diddy
A sinner but I’m a winner in sin city
Adriannas in shaitown no I go to Factory
This money didn’t come quick I stack it up gradually
Four ounces off in my soda yeah that’s the potion
Houston I’m on that drank when I’m up in Motions
Pandemonium up in Pandemonium yeah I’m in Detroit
And I left there and took a private jet back to New York
GUCCI!

[Hook:]
Started in Magic City ended in Onyx
she fine and she going crazy I’m throwing money
Compound to the Velvet I think I’m Elvis
I always keep green around me like I’m a Celtic
Come out to the gold room I’ll bottle poppin
20 grand all in hundreds I’m going shopping
Them lames to the blue flame b!tch I get it poppin
Come ride with the Gucci man I take it club hoppin

Gucci Mane Club Hoppin Lyrics

Gucci Mane Lyrics Face Card

Gucci Mane Face Card Lyrics

[Hook x4]
Face card, face card
Why use your bank card when you can use your face card

[Verse 1]
Flow on them thugs remember my face
Caught my card in front of the place
No one interrupting my space
I ball hard cause I got rags in my safe
Feel so good I got to say grace
Girls wanna f-ck me on the first date
What am I gonna do with all these big faces
Blue Gucci shoes before the shoe laces
Smoking on purp that smell just like grapes
And I don’t smoke medium I don’t like the taste
Fly my ace of spades by the case and I don’t have to pay I just use my face

[Hook x4]
Face card, face card
Why use your bank card when you can use your face card

[Verse 2]
Need a crash cart now I see the snake
Wh0res congregate like I’m Diddy chase
B!tches f-ck with me they know that I’m straight
Then applaud give me cakes and skilled to my face
Got to save a whore go put on your case
I f-ck her in the face then put her in place
I’m good anywhere for you and I’m safe
I keep them big pills to ride on my waist
Sipping on lee that dropped me two ace
Wh0res sixteen I can’t feel my face
And they just let me out murder was the case
Had a shiny suit on like puffy and mace

[Hook x4]
Face card, face card
Why use your bank card when you can use your face card

Gucci Mane Face Card Lyrics

Gucci Mane Lyrics Trap Back

Gucci Mane Trap Back Lyrics

[Hook]
I don’t wanna have to push your cap back
Homie, he just say he want his girl back
In a drop top, I’mma push the top back
I was gone for a second, but the kid back
If you ever cross me I’mma get some payback
Close the curtain on them haters, in my Maybach
Put a hole in your motherf-ckin’ snapback
Its Gucci Mane b!tch, so you can say the Trap Back

[Verse 1]
I’m back at em, its back on
I’m that strong, I’m back home
Me and Flockavelli, and Wooh da Kid
He got a nine, I got a six
I do it huge, we do it big
Got a hundred bricks, stuffed em in the fridge (burr)
Two hundred piece, stuffed it in the attic
I’m a drug addict, b!tch I gotta have it
I got a gift, I can water whip, I can flip a brick, I can triple up
Need a hundred mill, f-ck a record deal, cause a couple millions just not enough
Sell your momma a zip of dust, serve your daddy a ounce of hard
Got your little sister on the molly, she done went through the whole squad

[Hook]
I don’t wanna have to push your cap back
Homie, he just say he want his girl back
In a drop top, I’mma push the top back
I was gone for a second, but the kid back
If you ever cross me I’mma get some payback
Close the curtain on them haters, in my Maybach
Put a hole in your motherf-ckin snapback
Its Gucci Mane b!tch, so you can say the Trap Back

[Verse 2]
Making money’s my hobby, flipping bricks is my passion
Home girl in the lobby, “Is you suckin’ d!ck?” I’m just asking’
I ain’t mean to be rude boo, but you know I’m that dude true
More birds than Atlanta Zoo, going in like a curphew
I lost my mind, and my train of thought, and my top all at the same time
If you sendin’ them birds across the country, then we probably got the same grind
I’m an OG like my daddy, I’m a hustla’ like my momma
I’mma stack my bread up all winter so I can ball out all summer
Got foreign choppas, Osama, smoke presidential, Obama
Got that bald head, got that skinhead, that white girl Sinead O’Connor
Make em drop dead, I’m in the drop head, I’m … I’m santa
I need a crown cause I’m standing down, Im the king of east Atlanta

[Hook]
I don’t wanna have to push your cap back
Homie, he just say he want his girl back
In a drop top, I’mma push the top back
I was gone for a second, but the kid back
If you ever cross me I’mma get some payback
Close the curtain on them haters, in my Maybach
Put a hole in your motherf-ckin snapback
Its Gucci Mane b!tch, so you can say the Trap Back

Gucci Mane Trap Back Lyrics