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Friday, June 24, 2016

Usher do it to me

Do It To Me

Usher

Produced By Jermaine Dupri

Album: Confessions

DO IT TO ME LYRICS

[Verse 1]
I've got two-dozen roses
And a card that says, “Baby I can’t wait to see you later"
We made dinner reservations
At Nobu, Mr. Chow’s, you just pick the location
Now we’re sitting at the table
Sipping the finest wine
Having a damn good time
I know what’s on your mind
I want you, you want me too
Stop fronting, I know exactly what you want, you wanna...

[Chorus]
Do it to me, I wanna feel you touch my body baby, body baby
Do it to me, I guarantee you won’t regret it
Let me set it out like you ain’t never had it
Do it to me, I want you to grab me, talk to me
Tell me how you like it, when you want it when you all up on it
Do it to me, I’m gonna give it to you
I’m gonna make this a night to remember


[Verse 2]
Watchin’ you work the stick in the ride
Tthe motion how you move from 3rd to 5
Can't imagine what it’s gon’ be once we get inside
And you put that ooh wee on me and you work me the same way
Ooh I can’t wait
I’m tired of thinking about it, speaking about it
Baby it’s time to be about it
Turn off the lights, tear off your clothes
Jump in the bed and let it flow
Squeezing, holding, biting, scratching, spanking, screaming
Pulling my hair when you need me everything goes, baby when you...

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
So long I've waited for this night to get inside you
Look in your eyes and tell you, “Baby, take me, I’m yours"
And if you feel anything like I feel
By the end of the night I’m certain you’ll be screaming for more
I wanna do anything and everything to your body
Till you break down, can’t take no more
From the bed to the floor, to the top of the stairs
You gon’ get it baby
Please, please, ooh… do it to me

[Chorus]

Gucci mane mafia song lyrics

1017 Mafia

Gucci Mane

Featuring Young Thug

Produced By Drumma Boy

Album: 1017 Mafia: Incarcerated

1017 MAFIA LYRICS

[Hook: Young Thug]
Thugga and Guwop got 100 choppas
1017 we the, Mafia
We the motherfuckin' mafia nigga
No less than 20 in my trousers lil nigga


[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Got these bitches bending over like a lineman
Make the pot, bitch straight over like a linemen
Everybody get that green, we the live men
All my slime crickets, I think we need lemons
1017 the mothafucking movement
Pipe that bitch down, I'ma duel it
The way I throw em through it, my arm a Uzi
Bought a bitch a pair of shoes, and fuck her booty
Hol' it, don't let up, these niggas can't catch with thugga no thugger
We eatin' no other
I'm chubby like my brother
I'm chubby like my mother

We take all yo goodies, and go straight to Costco
Catch up with yo bitch, and turn her into a sucka
We not overseas but you know we Russian
Picnic early, clubbin later
I'm not no candy, but I am a jawbreaker
You think I'm gay, I'ma send ya to meet your maker
Put a hole in yo head like a piston

[Hook x2]

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Gucci Mane Medication

Medication

Gucci Mane

MEDICATION LYRICS

[Intro]
Medication..
It's Guwop nigga
Medication..

[Hook]
People say I'm crazy, I might need some medication
Windows really smoky, from the medication
Sixteen ounces of that medication
Drinkin' on some Sprite, mixed with medication
Gone off the medication
I'm gone off that medication
I'm smokin' on that medication
I'm drinkin' on that medication


[Verse]
Girl say she love me, but I don't really love ya baby
I don't really love ya, baby
I don't really have the patience
Niggas say swagged out, but I don't really see the flavor
He don't really got no paper
You know that dat boy a hater
(It's Guwop)
Turnin' corners in the Jag, make a nigga look crazy
My Blood niggas screamin' 'Brazy!'
Shawdy got that head, amazing
(Gone)
Gucci Mane La Flare, got a pint of that medication
I'm smokin', but I'm on probation
I'm sleepin', I'm in hibernation
(Gone)
I'm 'bout to fly to Belgium, because I need a vacation
Me and your bitch, we had relations
I fucked that bitch at central station
Sippin' on mud, in a crowded ass club
With a bitch I don't know, and a nigga don't like
If I'm a bitch nigga, then call me out
If my bond 1Mil, Waka get me out
Me n Dolph on my damn loft
Sippin' cough syrup, no damn cough
Servin' bricks, I never ran down
But I'll kill a lil nigga if he ran off
Smokin' on a blunt of that medicated
Baby daddy say he devastated
Police pulled over my Bentley, baby
Whole pound of gas got confiscated
Sippin' on mud, it's concentrated
My whole life story been complicated
Your baby mama infatuated
And your new girlfriend is fascinated
Lortab, mixed it with a Roxy
Cialis pill, with a Molly
2013 and we still poppin' ex pills, then we act just as country
All my drugs are designer drugs
My drugs cost a whole lotta money
All my clothes are designer clothes
They come from a whole 'nother country

[Hook]
People say I'm crazy, I might need some medication
Windows really smoky, from the medication
Sixteen ounces of that medication
Drinkin' on some Sprite, mixed with medication
Gone of that medication
I'm gone off that medication
I'm smokin' on that medication
I'm drinkin' on that medication

Gucci mane Dead people

DEAD PEOPLE LYRICS

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me go get this bread
Got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to get this bread
I got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me go get this bread
Got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to get this bread

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Got a pocket full of dead guys
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to watch the feds
And I love sellin' cake pies
It's a bad bitch in my bed and she got that stupid head
Got me Versace, shop, shawty, catch me walkin' out of 5ths
With a lit Glock 40 and a couple extra clips
Lenox Mall in the closet, all my hoes exotic
And ain't that shit ironic that my doors go up, robotic?
I can walk the shit and I can talk the shit
I can talk the shit cause I got it
It's Gucci Mane, I'm a walkin' lick
Got dead people in my pocket
Fallin' off in Follie's, got a bag full of the mollies
A half a mil' off profit, and my Muller got her jockin'

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me go get this bread
Got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to get this bread
I got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me go get this bread
Got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to get this bread

[Verse 2: Raury]
I've been livin' like a king all week
I'm a peasant at the end of every day

I've been chillin' with my niggas in the streets
Livin' like a vagabond, wild, free, run away

Reminiscin' 'bout them bored summer days
Blowin' haze on the east side of Atlanta
Makin' moves on the shawty, a Hispania

We don't speak the same language so excuse me if I stammer
I understand you wanna pick up the hammer
And build up your own, she see her brother climbin' the ladder

It's your time, yeah it's somethin' that you figure
I mean you can do it too but you can't be a bitch ass nigga
Get up off your ass, find a fuckin' craft
Make bread, get it back, give it back times 2

Who are you? Look in the mirror
Don't give a fuck what they think, you're the one, you're the truth
Got the juice, got the juice, got the juice, got the juice

Mothafucka you the man like an 8th grade Jew
You can chew through any zebra ass in the zoo
Any nigga tryna act hard as some leather boots, fuck them

And anyone tryna step on you, fire burnin'
Nigga learnin', stay concernin' bout your paper
Now and later ain't really good time
For a nigga 'bout his business on Wood Crest Manor

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me go get this bread
Got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to get this bread
I got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me go get this bread
Got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to get this bread

Gucci mane lowest

Lowest

Gucci Mane

Featuring OG Maco & Rich The Kid

Produced By 808 Mafia

Album: 1017 Mafia: Incarcerated

LOWEST LYRICS

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
No place she would rather be
Than dancing in front of me
Gucci Mane I'm from the street
But I got ice all over me
Got my dawg with me
I swear my niggas like some dobermans
Ya kill with them just ask and will
I think that they provoking me
Yellow kush I'm smoking it
Hunnid mill, make hopefully
You been close minded
One up on the kid I bet I open it
Bricksquad line I'm pushing it
Cali niggas growing it
Valley niggas cooking it and serving it, you knowing it
Some say I'm a genius with it, some say I'm a poet
Some of these niggas that wanna ball but get the ball can't tote it
Half of these niggas that hit the mall don't buy shit, that's pathetic
I'm vacuum sealing and stashing this shit tryna dodge them German shepherds

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
The word around the town, is my price is at the lowest
It's a low down dirty game, but I bet my niggas is the lowest
Don't worry what I'm about to do with this money, cuz this money ain't yours
I'm a billionaire and I'm making, but I guess these niggas don't know it
I'm riding around in a Lambo, and I bet my car the lowest
And I like the way that she drop it down, but her friend go down the lowest
I'm counting money, I'm staying down, I'm hustling with my boys
It's a drought in town, but I'm still good, cuz my price is the lowest


[Verse 2: Rich Tha Kid]
It's a drought in town, still got the pounds
Bentley Coupe, I ride around
50 straps, me and OG Mac this a kick door bitch where it's at
Still sippin' lean, weightin' too much
Mothafuck 12, free Guwop
Thirteen, I was running from the cops
Jugging on niggas on the block
Go blind if ya look at this bezzle
Got so many hoes on my schedule
Bitch QC pull up flexing
Too many rocks in my necklace
I got bricks, my price is the lowest
Fucking yo bitch, I'm rich and she know it
We want a check and the respect
My young nigga pull up with tec
Dirty ass ho, can't trust no bitch, my wrist on froze
I got the work in the bowl
Why is the dope on your nose
Niggas hating but its fuck fuck
Pass the hoes, I don't wanna cuff
Rich nigga came from the bottom
Word around my rollie flooded

[Hook]

[Verse 3: OG Maco]
We was waiting and start taking over
Like the mumps and measles now we running media
Make your wife a eat her
She licking sacks for the Saks Fifth
How you greet her with a mouth kiss?
Fuck ignorance
Full account is bliss
To fool em out of ere, to get your noggin split
Free Wop man, fuck feds
Always came in like the 3
Ass double Team
And we can double barrels
Get the wood (?)
Momma said she got that good head
And got a bright future, and I watch her play it
Catch a check, bitch I'm known to play ya
Dirty game in my hand full
Get a phone full of [?]
Mix it up then, then resale
Ain't shit free so its no pity
Young mogul, I'm chasing Diddy
Ya tryna stop me make the semi hit you
Spots 12 like a body flippin'
[?]
Throwin pistols, I've been thinking money longer than I remember
Yea yea

[Hook]