Gucci Mane - Met Gala (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Gucci Mane - Met Gala (en) Lyrics
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Hey
Southside
Wizop
Offset
If Young Metro don't trust
you, I'm gon' shoot you
Woo
Mil' in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck the dick game, she
a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect
physique (ooh)
I'll tape a brick to
her cheeks (brick)
Now that I'm gettin' this money
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they
tryna get commas (come up)
This is good week, we stackin' up Ms
And I'm snatchin' that Wraith
in the mornin' (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like
I was normal (normal)
Thankin' the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin'
up formal (formal)
Look at my boogers, they
big as you (booger)
You could get shot with
your nigga too (bow)
This stick make a nigga
do boogaloo (brr)
Bentley Mulsanne but the
seats masseuse (skrt)
I'm havin' more stripes than
Adidas boots (havin' that)
Dick in her mouth like I'm
edible (dickin' that)
Nigga stop shootin', you
better move (brr)
I fight for my gang, I won't
let 'em lose (gang)
Your bitch, she wantin'
the pipe, aight
This shit started off likes (huh)
Hopped in my DM and rode me
a kite, flight (yeah)
And she on the very first flight (go)
Finesse a nigga then get
this shit right (huh)
On sight, right, nigga,
goodnight (on sight)
Poppin' that shit 'cause he
thinkin' he pipe, pipe
Hunnid rounds drum with
the knife (brr)
Me and the Wop, Biggie and Pac (Wop)
But we so different, we keepin'
the Glock (bow)
I'm on a yacht and a yacht
on my watch (yacht)
Fuckin' a thot on the
ocean, Dubai (thot)
I'ma play dumb but that's
see out the plot (plot)
She know what I'm 'bout (hey)
You hear this dope and your
heart gonna stop (hey)
They callin' the cops (12)
Hop on the jet, this a
20 passenger (jet)
Offset the mania, I'm
the massacre (hey)
I take your heart out and shoot
your bladder up (agh)
Get to the top and we blew
the ladder up (top)
Ran up my money and I'm
talkin' lateral (bag)
Had that bitch high off a
Perc and Adderall (high)
Pull out the fire and you better
grab it all (brrr)
Bitch, I'm Offset and I'm 'bout
to set it off (hey, hey)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
I tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they
tryna get come up (come up)
I just let the met gala dressin'
up formal (formal)
I'm havin' this shit what
you hadn't (havin' it)
Showin' respect like your
daddy (respect)
Yeah, Gucci the man, cash
in the caddy (guwop)
I just woke up in a palace (woo)
I did a walk through, I'm in
Dallas, man (walk through)
Flew in two bitches from Cali (pew)
These Bs on me, I can't barely (B)
They drunk and they just
walkin' barely
I'm headed to Paris to pick
up a bag (go, go, go)
And they treat me like
one of the Jacksons
These niggas ain't trippin', they
makin' transactions (nah)
A nigga rob you, you
be practicing (bow)
Four bitches all tryna swallow this
I feel like I'm fightin'
an octopus (woo)
Thought it was killers, camped
out in my bushes (brr)
Then come to find out it's
photographers (flash)
Feds watch me through
binoculars (feds)
Mad 'cause a nigga get popular (grr)
Flex on a hoe wanna lock
me up, yo (flex)
Drop Top Wop but the top
is up (skrt, skrt)
Negative turn to a positive
(woo, woo, woo)
I don't care for no obstacles
I could care less 'bout
the bloggers, boy (no)
80K stuffed in my joggers,
boy (80 boy)
This is good weed, we stackin' up Ms
I just left the met gala dress
up formal (formal)
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