Gucci Mane Lyrics

Gucci Mane Wasted Lyrics

Wasted Lyrics

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
(Wasted)
Ha, ha, ha, ha

Ha, rock star lifestyle might don’t make it
Living life high everyday click wasted
Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky
Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking

Party, party, party, let’s all get wasted
Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked
I’m so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender
Send 20 more cases

Geeking like Whitney, geeking like Britney
Gucci no hippie but it’s on like Jimy X
Pill poppers geeked up krazy whole click rolling
Everyone wasted purple codine sprite

Pink don’t wasted, mix up, grandma drunk it
Then taste it, now grandma sipping syrup
Leaning wasted walking ’round fuck up
Twisting her finga home gurl

Slipped up drunk got wasted now
She back stage an she tryna get famous
Hit me up the drinky, drinky Gucci Mane
Shake it, club night, damn right, Gucci Mane wasted

Rock star lifestyle might don’t make it
Living life high everyday click wasted
Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky
Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking

Party, party, party, let’s all get wasted
Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked
I’m so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender
Send 20 more cases

I don’t wear tight jeans like the white boys
But I do get wasted like the white boys
Now I’m looking for a bitch to suck dis almond joy
Said she gotta stop sucking ’cause her jaw’s sore

Gotta bitch on the couch, bitch on the floor
Party just popping up but now he rolling more
Rolled on, 3 pills now, he on 4 idk, why?
But that remy turned into a whore

Walked in the club, pocket full of big faces
Got the 40 on my waist and it’s off safety
‘Bout 40 goons wit me and we all wasted
Only remy straight tonight dawg no chasing

Rock star lifestyle might don’t make it
Living life high everyday click wasted
Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky
Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking

Party, party, party, let’s all get wasted
Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked
I’m so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender
Send 20 more cases

Only click faded we geeked up crazy
Big boy bracelet we white boy wasted
No shirt, fuck it unless your arms tatted
We slapping trunk disgusted the liquor

Keep wasting 285 east side me and Plies wasted
Racing seven big booty broads chasing spring break
50 thousand white girls shake it some dancing naked
But everyone wasted magic city Monday

Ball players wasted this one for yo’ uncle
Drinking Thunderbird wasted 12 pack wasted
I need more cases and Gucci not a racist
All my diamonds Caucasians

Rock star lifestyle might don’t make it
Living life high everyday click wasted
Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky
Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking

Party, party, party, let’s all get wasted
Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked
I’m so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender
Send 20 more cases

This has been a GPSA
(Ghetto public service announcement)
We don’t get fucked up no more, we get wasted
Gucci Mane, Plies, Fat Boi, wasted

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Gucci Mane Lemonade Lyrics

yeah
its gucci,
whats up baby,
yellow errthing this time, you know what im talkin bout
yellow rims, yellow, big booty, yellowbones
yellow lambs, yellow mp’s
yellow watch, yellow charm ring, chain
yellow livin room set, lemonade gucci shoes for my girl
gucci

verse (1)
my phantom sittin on sixes, no 20’s in my gun
your cutlass motor knockin, because it is a lemon
my rifle georgia peaches, but you look more like a lemon
these sour apple bitter bitches, im not fuckin with em
im truly stupid paid thats just how i feel today,
im movin slow cause codeine syrup’s in my lemonade
im standing in the shade and im sellin lemonade
600 a pint, the going rate off in the “a”
lemonade diamond bracelet, put it in ur face burr
lemonhead diamond earrings i wore yesterday burr
im pimpin where im winnin, thats just how im chillin
im smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemon
gucci!!!
[chorus]
lemons on the chain with the v-cuts
lemons on the chain with the v-cuts
lemonade in shade with my feet up
lemonade in shade with my feet up
lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup
lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup
lemons in their face watch em freeze up
lemons in their face watch em freeze up

verse (2)
i got lemonade and lemon tint
lemons watch me mix the shit
lemonade complexion, east-australian girl be killin me
she say i be killin her, i say i be feelin it
four days then im sick of her, cause her brain is lemonhead
cocaine white exterior, interior lemonade
yellow wit da off-white trimmin
i call that da super drank
yellow diamond pinky ring
call that dere da lemon rock
jewelry box a lemon bin, my earring size a apricot
yeah i smoke that strong alot, yeah i need some of what you got
half a pound of lemon kush, call that pack the lemon drop
canary yellow lemon watch, big bird yellow top
yellow polo, polo, slippers white and yellow polo socks
gucci mane be pumpin dawg, he dont got all he say he got
just stash one lemon homie, i can supply them the 50 glocks
yellow boat parked at the dock,yellowbone gon’ make it drop
flip da flop mine up the top, then go buy me a yellow yacht

[chorus]
lemons on the chain with the v-cuts
lemons on the chain with the v-cuts
lemonade in shade with my feet up
lemonade in shade with my feet up
lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup
lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup
lemons in their face watch em freeze up
lemons in their face watch em freeze up

verse (3)
lemonade my town, said miami i want yellow carpet
woke up in the mornin, fuck it, bought a yellow aston martin
yellow bricks, yellow dust, yellow ring, yellow tusk
yellow pills, spinnin wheels, yellow weed
re-up up wit us
coward ass niga, yellow stripe, you a yellowback
a-k hit your dog, and u cant bring old yeller back
yep, gucci bang up eighty-thousand dats a yellow safe
yellow homes, mellow homes, you know u a scary-cat
no sleep for two days, so my peoples lift me up
five flights, six shows, quarter-million on my schedule
bangledesh and gucci mane, niggas know they in trouble
green ice, red light, caution gucci rock yellow

[chorus]
lemons on the chain with the v-cuts
lemons on the chain with the v-cuts
lemonade in shade with my feet up
lemonade in shade with my feet up
lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup
lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup
lemons in their face watch em freeze up
lemons in their face watch em freeze up

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Gucci Mane My Kitchen Lyrics

Put the pounds in the trash can Gucci do the dishes,
Don’t nobody nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school then I sat it on 6’s
How u cop it Gucci, plenty working in the kitchen

Put the pounds in the trash can Gucci do the dishes,
Don’t nobody nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school then I sat it on 6’s
How u cop it, how u get it, plenty working in the kitchen

Thirty thousand dollars for the So Icy squad
Thousand pound deal for the so icy boys
Gucci unquriest a so icy shark
Selling white chalk tryna duck these narcs
Buffalo and horns that’s a D.U.B
34 inch Ashanti’s on the Humvee
Whole lotta purp, whole lotta green,
Whole hep of white, large amount of beans
Got dem collard greens, sell allot of things
4 plus a 4 dog that’s a chicken wings
Trapping in a drought, money in the vault
Bring me another pot and another vault
GUCCI

Put the pounds in the trash can Gucci do the dishes,
Don’t nobody nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school then I sat it on 6’s
How u cop it Gucci, plenty working in the kitchen

Put the pounds in the trash can Gucci do the dishes,
Don’t nobody nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school then I sat it on 6’s
How u cop it, how u get it, plenty working in the kitchen

Gucci don’t care, scale like yeah,
Mojos there, egg beaters there
Our beater, block beater o.j here
Oh my god it’s zone 6 year
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Zone 6 chimps, boulder crest bear
Zone 6 rims, and boulder crest jills
30 inches got me looking down on him
And I’m so high it’s so lonely up here
Jumping out the vert it’s some bitches over there
Big booty bitches loves a good cooking player
Bricks in the basement, pills in the cabinet
Pounds in the closet, money in the attic
GUCCI

Put the pounds in the trash can Gucci do the dishes,
Don’t nobody nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school then I sat it on 6’s
How u cop it Gucci, plenty working in the kitchen

Put the pounds in the trash can Gucci do the dishes,
Don’t nobody nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school then I sat it on 6’s
How u cop it, how u get it, plenty working in the kitchen

Dope bowl crack, now we getting mad
But we ain’t really lost cuss we can ice-a-toil dat ass
When we bringing route, bring it to ya doe
Money on the flo, bring money to the door
GUCCI

Put the pounds in the trash can Gucci do the dishes,
Don’t nobody nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school then I sat it on 6’s
How u cop it Gucci, plenty working in the kitchen

Put the pounds in the trash can Gucci do the dishes,
Don’t nobody nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school then I sat it on 6’s
How u cop it, how u get it, plenty working in the kitchen

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Mario featuring Gucci Mane & Sean Garrett – Break Up Lyrics

Hook:
When I kiss you so good
Why would you wanna break up?
When this loving is so good
Why would you wanna break up?
When I hit that so good
Why would you wanna break up?
When this feeling is so good
Why would you wanna break up?

Loving you, loving you, loving you
When I’m, when I’m
Loving you, loving you
Why would you wanna break up?
(Do anything for you
Why would you wanna break up?
See I be driving through your hood
Why would you wanna break up?

Verse [Gucci Mane]:
Now baby girl have dumped me
She no longer wants me
I’m no longer higher
She says that I’ve been fired
on to the next one
More fish in the sea
Girls are like buses
Miss one, next 15 one comin’
Gucci Mane crazy and his ice game stuntin’
Swag so stupid still the bitch straight dumped me
Over, no more smokin’ doja
Baby girl went AWOL
She used to be my soulja

Verse [Mario]:
(Don’t) Don’t i lace you with the Gucci
(Don’t) Don’t i deck you in the Louis
(Don’t) Don’t i make your air look free
(Don’t) Don’t be knocked out but dive deep?

I know i be, gone
I know i be, gone
I know i be, (flirtin with them girls)
I know i be, said i’d be right back, but take to long.
I know i be, saying i be thankful but i don’t
I know i be,

Making you them promises
Then breaking you’re heart again
Telling you she wasn’t, who she was
Then we arguing, but baby ( i love you )

loving you, loving you, loving you
When I’m, when I’m
Loving you, loving you
Why would you wanna break up?
Do anything for you
Why would you wanna break up?
See I been driving through your hood
Why would you wanna break up?

loving you, loving you, loving you
When I’m, when I’m
Loving you, loving you
Why would you wanna break up?
Do anything for you
Why would you wanna break up?
See I been driving through your hood
Why would you wanna break up?

You might be from the hood
But to me girl you’ a model,
Everything that i-i-i ever seen in a model,
If you’re leaving baby, don’t leave me till tomorrow
Tonight we gon’ get a little tipsy, with a bottle.

You gonna get me up’
I’m take them down
I’m gonna change my ways
We gon’ work it out
Girl i wouldn’t be the same if you was with somebody else
Girl it wouldn’t be the same if i was with somebody else

I know i made mistakes before,
Promise you won’t get hurt no more,
I got what you like it, you know
Once you lay down , It’s on .

loving you, loving you, loving you
When I’m, when I’m
Loving you, loving you
Why would you wanna break up?
Do anything for you
Why would you wanna break up?
See I been driving through your hood
Why would you wanna break up?

loving you, loving you, loving you
When I’m, when I’m
Loving you, loving you
Why would you wanna break up?
Do anything for you
Why would you wanna break up?
See I been driving through your hood
Why would you wanna break up?

Verse [Gucci Mane]
Why you wanna leave me,
You should wanna tease me,
Bein icey ain’t easy, i make it look easy,
You should cop you’re bally
Mention rock Louis
Now its for shawty
I don’t like Gucci (Gucci, Gucci, Gucci)

loving you, loving you, loving you
When I’m, when I’m
Loving you, loving you
Why would you wanna break up?
Do anything for you
Why would you wanna break up?
See I been driving through your hood
Why would you wanna break up?

loving you, loving you, loving you
When I’m, when I’m
Loving you, loving you
Why would you wanna break up?
Do anything for you
Why would you wanna break up?
See I been driving through your hood
Why would you wanna break up?

So would you, break up(break up) yeah
I’m back baby

Song Information

Released 28 April 2009 (U.S.)
Recorded 2009
Genre R&B, Soul Music, Pop, Hip-Hop
Length 4:10
Label RCA Records/J Records/Jive Records
Writers Sean Garrett, Bangladesh
Producer Bangladesh

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Gucci Mane – Freaky Girl Lyrics

She A Very Freaky Girl Dont Bring Her To Mamma
First You Get Her Name Then You Get Her Number
Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat Of
The Hummer Then You Get Some Brain In The Front
Seat Of The Hummer

Let Me Set The Record Straight Hater You
Participate Three Girls Wit Me Like Im Goin
On Elemidate Say You Got A Man But Ya Man Aint
Here The Ice In Ma Ear Shine Like A Shandaleer
Jumpin Out The Phantom Dont You Think Im Handsom
Watch On Ma Wrist Cost More Than A Mansion Bet
Cha Baby-Daddy Aint Icin Like The Kid Be Got
Cha Baby Momma Front Seat Of The Faraee

She A Very Freaky Girl Dont Bring Her To Mamma
First You Get Her Name Then You Get Her Number
Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat Of The
Hummer Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat
Of The Hummer

Gucci Mane The Fly Baby Im That Guy Girls
Eyeballs Pop When I Ride By My Money Long
As A Lemo Just To Show Off I Put Ma Wrist
Out The Window Ride Thru The Six Lil Kids
Scream Bingo Fell Off In The Spot Light
Aye Let’s Migle Then The Dj Play Ma New Single
The Club Got Crazy All The Hoes Went Phsyco

Dont Be Deceded Girl I Know You Here Girl I
Know Ya Secret Girl But Im Gon Keep It Girl
Oh You’s A College Girl Be A Gucci Girl Oh
You A Gucci Fan Let’s Go To Gucci Land You
Diggin Gucci Man Cause Only Cuchi Can Drop
A Stack Pop You Back Wit A Rubberband You
Diggin Gucci Gucci Let’s Do The Cuchi Cuchi
Oh That’s You Girlfriend Why Dont You Introduce Me

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