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Bricks

Yo Gotti

EA SportsCenter

2008

It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga

tell me that everything Gucci
Than why I see Blackface
That's why we got masked faces
We putting an end to these Rat Races
Hol up, Yeah
You listening

Woah Woah Woah
I came from rags to riches
I fuck on the baddest bitches 
I fuck on the baddest bitches
Cant tell me shit nigga
Cant tell me shit

hear em talking bout ion say none 
Say don't forget about me I just tell em wait on it 
How can I forget just sit tight 
Keep winning that just make your

Dope

Two Feet

Dope

2018

Man, I've been needin' to see you all day
Boy the sun is real out here
But I've been comin' by just seein' if
I need one favor man
You know I got

the bag for the weekend
I'm gone to Los Angeles
Tell em spread out my name like evangelist
Roll by myself just can't deal w abandonment
But I got that stick

bitch she a whore
Whore
Bet a lil cash you want
(You want)
One stroll through the gucci store
Get a lil cash She want more
Get a lil cash she want more

(Hello?)
Yeah, pussies hatin' on the G, G (Fuck 'em)
Streets waitin' on the G, G
Bad bitch in my room, 'bout to pop that pussy like Dom P (Ayy)
Go hard,

Baby Sitter

Offset

Baby on Baby

drippin', not slippin', my socks got Gucci Gang up on 'em (drippin', I'm drippin')
Squeeze the fire, make 'em back, back, back, back
She got fleas, she fly,

and Jeezy, I ain't listen to Pump
You a killer, you ride with wolves, why you tell 'em we not into it?
Park the car, they gon' jump out the door
Catch you

don’t got the time to tell these motherfuckers what I think of ‘em 
I make it OD from the no seats to nosebleeds 
And proceeds keep my pro’ team

Self Made

Teedra Moses

Maybach Music Group Presents: Self Made, Vol. 1

2011

Self made
Gotta handle your own
I'mma handle mine

They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this motha fucka
'Cause Rozay been talkin' white he

them boy's I'll come and see them
And tell em I don't need a reason
Tell em I have no clique either
Fuck having a clique I don't need em
So much money

hella hard to tell did I
They knew it was Roc DOE before they knock on it couldn't cover the smell in it
This the unordinary told em fall in line go

a mother iPhone
Yeah
And that bag make me lean
That should tell you, baby, I’m on
Yeah
About to Gucci Man stunt on em
About to Chris Brown Flex
About

protection on me
Like a motherfucking iPhone
Yeah
And that bag make me lean
That should tell you, baby, I'm on 
Yeah
About to Gucci Man stunt on em
About

Smoke Wit You

Twista & the Speed Knot Mobstaz

Mobstability

1998

all about sex but we can do that too 
Get you something to go back to tell the girls in your crew 
I hope you do so I can get with them and tell 'em

ice when he do show and tell 
You can't fall in love baby dont say you fell 
My bro in them chains they ain't giving em bail 
When I was down bad they

(brr, baow)

Big worm bitch I send a drive by
Come out the house know we posted at night time (boy you knowin')
Leavin' his body inside of that white

seen labels the new-age slavery, so I partnered up
I'm a CEO now, I own a percentage of United Masters, tell 'em hate me (Fuck it)
This shit ain't no

y'all eating shcrimps
Yea if men get the twerking I'm gone ima dip
Yea my momma pushed two boys out her not no chicks
I was born set apart I don't run

of the pan 
It's part of the plan, got the world all in my hands
Hit'em once you gotta hit'em again 
Tell'em to scrung up and take what they can 
It's Louie

(forty)
Tell you what I saw, without shows and stones, I've done two different tours

You ever been banned up by the seaside listening to NPR?
Case

harder boy by the day
Spend what I get then I get it back
To people that tell me I'm living wrong man I ain't accepting or hearing that
Bitch ima live my