Gucci Mane & Nicki Minaj - Make Love Lyrics

#Gucci Mane & Nicki Minaj Make Love Lyrics

Uh Gucci

Wanna make love love love

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 shit 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
Damn 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 cake
N*ggas hate But hesitate They hate to see ya elevate
I just left out the gym
I'm 'bout to take a swim and meditate

Wooo

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

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

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

Trying 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 a*s b*tches to play their role

She see my sexy a*s 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 a*s taste
Text her man like Dawg How that bum a*s taste
Pay your rent And stay in your bum a*s place
Oooohhh oh you the queen the queen of this here

One platinum plaque Album flopped bitch 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

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

I love to see the money stack up
Hope that we don't ever Ever break up up
Wanna make love love love

Gucci Mane & Nicki Minaj - Make Love (Official Music Video):

Chris Brown - Party Lyrics (Feat Usher & Gucci Mane)

Chris Brown - Party Lyrics (Feat Usher & Gucci Mane)

Chris Brown - Party Lyrics (Feat Usher & Gucci Mane)

Ooh hey
Yeah it's Breezy
Yeah yeah yeah

Pull up on your b*tch Tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist Jumping out the 'rari
Ooh she hit the splits She know how to party
When I'm with my clique We know how to party

How to party yeah We know how to party
How to party yeah We know how to party
How to party yeah We know how to party
How to party yeah We know how to party

B*tches dancing naked in my living room
She straight out of college Just turned 22
Girl get your money up I ain't even mad at you
Got you all on me Making these n*ggas catching attitudes

Tell 'em don't start it My n*ggas retarded
F*ck the judge and the sentence huh I got a good lawyer
I got a few girls on the way Baby girl You ain't leaving
It's my birthday with the cake F*ck it up Then let me eat it

Pull up on your b*tch Tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist Jumping out the 'rari
Ooh she hit the splits She know how to party
When I'm with my clique We know how to party

How to party yeah We know how to party
How to party yeah We know how to party
How to party yeah We know how to party
How to party yeah We know how to party

Yeah I just got the ring I think I deserve a toast
Shout out to my team We be out there doin' the most
Girl come to my place But don't bring no clothes
Let's be dirty babe baby Drop it low

Pop rubber bands all on her ass Baby been eating her wheaties
All in the back Dishing the cash Make me if you need it
I got a few girls on the way baby girl You ain't leaving
It's my birthday with the cake Lick it all Let me eat it

Pull up on your b*tch Tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist Jumping out the 'rari
Ooh she hit the splits She know how to party
When I'm with my clique We know how to party

How to party yeah We know how to party
How to party yeah We know how to party
How to party yeah We know how to party
How to party yeah We know how to party

It's party party party like a n*gga just got out of jail
Flying in my 'rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
I'm from the east of ATL But balling in the Cali hills
Lil mama booty booming That b*tch moving and she standin' still

I know these bitches choosin' me But I got 80 on me still
I'm tryna f*ck, Who tryna chill 'Cause I'm just tryna pay some bills
I'm multi millionare LaFlare This watch here cost a quarter M
Just look at me and look at them I smashed her on my first attempt

Like Scarface b*tch The world is mine You should read the blimp
So either you gon' take a ride Or you gon' stay with him
'Cause I got places I can be I get yo ass on the scene
Gucci CB VIP So f*ck them niggas, look at me Wop

Pull up on your b*tch Tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist Jumping out the 'rari
Ooh She hit the splits She know how to party
When I'm with my clique We know how to party

How to party yeah We know how to party
How to party yeah We know how to party
How to party yeah We know how to party
How to party yeah We know how to party

Rick Ross - Buy Back The Block Lyrics (Feat 2 Chainz & Gucci Mane)

Rick Ross - Buy Back The Block Lyrics (Feat 2 Chainz & Gucci Mane)

Rick Ross - Buy Back The Block Lyrics (Feat 2 Chainz & Gucci Mane)

I got crib in Florida And I don't even stay there
Been by my mama old crib My baby mama at daycare
I gotta ball for Peter All of my boys illegal
I used to sell the reefer Now I just sell Adidas

Been had the Rollie Been ate baloney
These clones at the Cali crib Round the corner from Kobe
Property property property property N*gga I'm tryna invest
Talking monopoly I'm tryna encourage a n*gga to run up a check

N*gga no treadmill You n*ggas just stand still
Heard you were talking trash
Threw that sh*t in the landfill

I'm bout the money Lil n*gga
Ben Franklin my uncle Lil n*gga
I used to trap right in front of you n*ggas
Selling dope just like dunking on n*ggas

This is a windmill I smell like 10 mil
Put all my chains on I cause a wind chill
I hit up Renzel Went over details
Got some young n*ggas That'll stand on your windshield

It's time to buy back the block Buy back the block
It's time to buy back the block Buy back the block
It's time to buy back the hood Buy back the hood
It's time to buy back the hood Buy back the hood
It's time to buy back the hood Buy back the hood
I'm about to buy back the hood Buy back the hood

I sold 10 bricks a day but now I need 10 Chick-Fil-A's
Just bought 2 studios cause I got so much shit to say
I made 10 million dollars man and I was on house arrest
She says her jaws hurt she need to give her mouth a rest

These n*ggas falling off Only the strong survive
These suckers reaching out But ain't no need to try
T-Tell 'em something slick Slick enough to slip and slide
And I know how to pitch So I'm a get your b*tch to drive

All the OGs I looked up to man they broke as shit
These lil niggas look up to me because I'm super rich
I'm going live I-I'm still alive
God thank you for my punishment It made me wise

It's time to buy back the block Buy back the block
It's time to buy back the block Buy back the block
It's time to buy back the hood Buy back the hood
It's time to buy back the hood Buy back the hood
It's time to buy back the hood Buy back the hood
I'm about to buy back the hood Buy back the hood

It's time to clean up the ghetto A dope boy wanna shine
Time to buy back the block Talking one brick at a time
I sold a few records I bought me a Checkers
Wingstop well invested so Taco Bell left for breakfast

I seen a few M's it's time to touch me that 100
So let's put up this money and let's go half on the Sonics
Yes I feed lemon pepper Angel wings with the feathers
If you feel like I feel I pray you live rich forever

Okay Let's buy back the block I might buy me a Wendy's
Just to pull up on skinnies Every Tuesday and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny's I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent I got a job for your father

I'm tryna help with the rent I came up from the street
My lil son he a prince it's time That we represent

It's time to buy back the block Buy back the block
It's time to buy back the block Buy back the block
It's time to buy back the hood Buy back the hood
It's time to buy back the hood Buy back the hood
It's time to buy back the hood Buy back the hood
I'm about to buy back the hood Buy back the hood

It's all about your last name meaning something
You heard me Start with you a duplex Work up to a Hyatt's
Maybe a small plaza I'm looking for a mall
Anybody selling a mall holler at me You heard me

Maybe get my mama a gas station She like BP
Texaco holler at me you heard me It's the boss

It's time to buy back the block Buy back the block
It's time to buy back the block Buy back the block
I'm about to buy back the city Buy back the city
Buy back the city Buy back the city

Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne - Oh Lord Lyrics

Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne - Oh Lord Lyrics

Artist : Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne
Title : Oh Lord

Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne - Oh Lord Lyrics

Dear Lord Lord
Hah Yup

I'm rebellious and fearless I laugh at failure

Dear Lord Ooh Lord Please hear my prayer

I'm a prophet A legend I'm not beggin

I'd rather die for my freedom Than live like a peasant

The preious recessions The past and the present

Slavery to segregation I still rob with my brethren

Get these choppas up up off me I'm street but I'm Godly

Know these white folks fear me But nothing can stop me

I was destined to be this So nothing amaze me

My best attribute is bravery The think that I'm crazy

Ask Gucci if you with me Then let's get to walking

Cause I'm sick and tired of everybody Doing nothing but talking

Dear Lord Ooh Lord Please hear my prayer

Lord Ooh Lord Please hear my prayer

Dear Lord Ooh Lord Please hear my prayer

Know you ain't take me this far Just to leave me here

Dear Lord Ooh Lord Please hear my prayer

Lord Ooh Lord Please hear my prayer

Dear Lord Ooh Lord I know that life's unfair

But who gon take care of the family if I'm not there Lord

Dear Lord Oh Lord

I gotta feed the family

But I had to leave the family

I cut off CMB I'm an amputee

But I never leave Christianity

Might have to plead insanity

It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday

I'mma pray for you n*ggas Then celebrate

Lord I know these streets Contaminate

But Lord I can't get beat like Anna Mae

Lord I gotta think about Reginae

And Lil Tune and Lil Neal and Lil Cameron

Lord I gotta think like I'm Hemingway

Make a way Wish a way anyway anyway

Lord I gotta create and innovate

Or else it's back to the interstate

Wheeling in my fortunes

Willing to kill you just for my fortunes

I can recall we were chilling on porches

Living with roaches Dealing with hoe sh*t
Tending to lotion 

Now we in motion Everything kosher

God blees the 'Nolia God bless Angola

Rest in Peace Soulja and all of the soldiers

The war isn't over Call on Jehovah Lord

Dear Lord Ooh Lord Please hear my prayer

Lord Ooh Lord Please hear my prayer

Dear Lord Ooh Lord Please hear my prayer

Know you ain't take me this far just to leave me here

Dear Lord Ooh Lord Please hear my prayer

Lord Ooh Lord Please hear my prayer

Dear Lord Ooh Lord I know that life's unfair

But who gon take care of the family if I'm not there Lord

Dear Lord Oh Lord

Dear Lord Oh Lord

Dear Lord Oh Lord

Dear Lord Oh Lord

I gotta feed the family

Dear Lord Oh Lord

See Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne - Oh Lord (Official Music Video) :

Gucci Mane - Guwop Home (Feat Young Thug) Lyrics

Gucci Mane - Guwop Home (Feat Young Thug)

Gucci Mane - Guwop Home (Feat Young Thug) Lyrics

Might be realer with me n*gga
Free Guwop
We no longer miss you yeah

I know Guwop home
We no longer miss you
Mike will made it

Dream it's a young n*gga drea yeah
Money tall like I'm Charlie Sheen yeah
I'm a blood but I got on blue jeans
N*gga act so tough and starting a scene

In Blue flame I'm trap God
Throwing green rain
Night sky Mean chain
Pull up in a cream range

Orange seats Orange feet
What do all that orange mean
Old rich a*s n*gga I got everything

Rose gold watch But my bottle pink gold
3 red hoes walking round in red rose
Can't stay the night I'm not the type to be on Skype
Foo' wrote me off Said that I was gone That ws a typo

Take a white girl out a trailoe make her Iggy
Take a black b*tch outta Magic make her Nicki
Pissy yellow Rollie Baby pissy on her feelings
My young butches show respect they call me Mr. Millions

Brown skin chick and she love to wear purple
Her nails purple Lips purple p*ssy hair purple
Bit titty Amazon in my black Benz
I'm rich black man got a couple white friends

Dream it's a young n*gga drea yeah
Money tall like I'm Charlie Sheen yeah
I'm a blood but I got on blue jeans
N*gga act so tough and starting a scene

In Blue flame I'm trap God
Throwing green rain
Night sky Mean chain
Pull up in a cream range

Orange seats Orange feet
What do all that orange mean
Old rich a*s n*gga I got everything

My teeth white like a toilet tissue
Stop the caption boy you know you listen
We hit the lobby then we saw you kissing
Lil momma crazy she gon' try and kill you

I got the weed Bring the molly with you
I got the syrup Bring the Jolly Ranchers
You talk to 12 we gon off your body
You tripping boy you need some knowledge in you

Boss man from the 12/40
For the clan 12/40 please
Living good Everyday my birthday
Pockets full of money match the big cake

National bid day
Free the wop n*gga National Sliblings Days
Call the dentist day
Pull up to the public Come and see the bae

Ran it up to the top Get out and ran it back to the top
Flood your ear you neck your wrist your fingers your blood I'll hold the rock
Say Guwop home and yeah it's official
What's wrong with you eh

Dream it's a young n*gga drea yeah
Money tall like I'm Charlie Sheen yeah
I'm a blood but I got on blue jeans
N*gga act so tough and starting a scene

In Blue flame I'm trap God
Throwing green rain
Night sky Mean chain
Pull up in a cream range

Orange seats Orange feet
What do all that orange mean
Old rich a*s n*gga I got everything

Big Guwop home
We no longer miss you yeah
I know Guwop home
We no longer miss you

I can't wait
Ran it up to the top
Get it out and ran it back to the top
Flood your ear you neck your wrist your fingers
Your blood I'll hold the rock

Say Guwop home and yeah
It's official grap some tissues

See Gucci Mane - Guwop Home (Feat Young Thug) (Official Music Video) below:

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