lirik lagu gucci mane – me ok (wopmix)
[verse 1: gucci mane]
i’mma keep it street, choppa on the seat
i don’t f-ck with f-ck n-ggas and they don’t f-ck with me
spray ’em from across, gucci mane, i’m boss
watch your f-ckin’ mouth before i send k!llers to your house
what ya got to prove? my young n-ggas shoot
let me introduce myself – i’m gucci, i’mma shoot too
i’mma livin’ legend, east atlanta legend
the viewers scream n-gga why you talk to other (?)
el chapo with the dope, i just might get your -ss beheaded
and my n-ggas (?) to send a message
that choppa with the dope, i just might get your -ss beheaded
[hook: jeezy]
first to tell ya “motherf-cker, trap or die”, that me ok
mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me ok
mister if i’m talkin’ you should listen, game is free ok
mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that’s three ok
leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that’s me ok
mister re-in’ up with ’bout two phantoms, yeah, that’s me ok
on that avion to the head, hey, but me ok
never put a b-tch before my bread, hey, now me ok
[verse 2: jeezy]
when l.a. reid was in office made some history up in def jam
if jizzle ain’t droppin’, n-gga, what the f-ck is def jam?
i know you heard how your boy bossed up at atlantic
boss sh-t, might just drop my next album on atlantic
i really hope you b-tches ready, vice-prezzy and his presi
got some sh-t up in my bezzy, so what ya sayin’? my wrist is heavy
all white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on belly
with a brown skin thing swear to god she look like kelly
two door rolls is how i’m rollin’, plus you know a n-gga totin’
keep that street n-gga paper, rubber band it, it ain’t foldin’
first the xxl, read about me in the forbes
that’s a long way from trappin’ in that 4-door accord
w-ssup
[hook: jeezy]
[verse 3: jeezy]
snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
i just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
you can call me postman, don’t go somewhere without some mail
in and out in 20 minutes, you best believe i’m makin’ bail
put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames
had you cashin’ out, payin’ for, you can’t pr-nounce the name
had that murcielago, it was green like margaritas
sold yayo, i sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
dropped so many lambos, thought i was a lam amb-ssador
dropped so many rollies, n-ggas thought i owned the rollie store
snow it’s been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
i don’t eat, sleep, or sh-t without my mothaf-ckin’ pistol
[hook: jeezy]
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