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gucci mane - met gala lyrics

[offset:]
hey
southside
wizop
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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 d-ck 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 f–kin’ these thotties, they tryna get commas (come up)
this is good week, we stackin’ up ms
and i’m sn-tchin’ that wraith in the mornin’ (wraith)
i was that n-gg- 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 n-gg- too (bow)
this stick make a n-gg- do boogaloo (brr)
bentley mulsanne but the seats m-sseuse (skrt)
i’m havin’ more stripes than adidas boots (havin’ that)
d-ck in her mouth like i’m edible (d-ckin’ that)
n-gg- stop shootin’, you better move (brr)
i fight for my gang, i won’t let ’em lose (gang)
your b-tch, she wantin’ the pipe, aight
this sh-t 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 n-gg- then get this sh-t right (huh)
on sight, right, n-gg-, goodnight (on sight)
poppin’ that sh-t ’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)
f–kin’ 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 p-ssenger (jet)
offset the mania, i’m the m-ssacre (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 b-tch high off a perc and adderall (high)
pull out the fire and you better grab it all (brrr)
b-tch, i’m offset and i’m ’bout to set it off (hey, hey)

mil’ in a week (hey)
i bought a iced out philippe (ice)
yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
suck up the gang, 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 tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
now that i’m gettin’ this money
i’m f–kin’ these thotties, they tryna get come up (come up)
this is good week, we stackin’ up ms
and i’m sn-tchin’ that wraith in the mornin’ (wraith)
i was that n-gg- locked up in the cell
and they treated me like i was normal (normal)
thankin’ the lord for them blessings
i just let the met gala dressin’ up formal (formal)

[gucci mane (offset):]
i’m havin’ this sh-t 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 b-tches 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 n-gg-s ain’t trippin’, they makin’ transactions (nah)
a n-gg- rob you, you be practicing (bow)
four b-tches all tryna swallow this
i feel like i’m fightin’ an octopus (woo)
thought it was k!llers, camped out in my bushes (brr)
then come to find out it’s photographers (flash)
feds watch me through binoculars (feds)
mad ’cause a n-gg- 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)

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mil’ in a week (hey)
i bought a iced out philippe (ice)
yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
suck the d-ck 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 tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
now that i’m gettin’ this money
i’m f–kin’ these thotties, they tryna get come up (come up)
this is good weed, we stackin’ up ms
and i’m sn-tchin’ that wraith in the mornin’ (wraith)
i was that n-gg- 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 dress up formal (formal)

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