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  • Gucci Mane – Bales (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

    [Intro]
    Yeah (yeah)
    Woo (woo)
    Can you hear me now?
    Gucci, Wizop
    Bangladesh

    [Hook]
    Guwop got dem bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    Gucci havin’ bales
    Gucci havin’ bales
    I heard Gucci havin’ bales
    They said Gucci havin’ bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    I heard Guwop got dem bales
    I heard Gucci had dem bales
    Gucci havin’ bales
    Word is Gucci havin’ bales
    I heard Gucci havin’ bales

    [Verse 1]
    A hundred bales on the floor
    Let’s have a marijuana war
    Sellin’ this gas, countin’ this cash
    Fuck, it’s 12 at the door
    So many plants in this bitch it look like I live on a farm
    So many lamps in this bitch it look like I’m trying to build a bomb
    Me and my shooter, back of the Uber
    Pull up with Buddha, that’s how we maneuver
    If we don’t know ya, then we can’t serve ya
    If you don’t pay me, then we gonna shoot ya
    Gucci got 500 bags of OG’s and shit
    Y’all niggas selling QP’s and shit
    Got percs, loaded tabs, and PT’s and shit
    And a nigga so rich, he don’t need this shit

    [Hook]
    Guwop got dem bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    Gucci havin’ bales
    Gucci havin’ bales
    I heard Gucci havin’ bales
    They said Gucci havin’ bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    I heard Guwop got dem bales
    I heard Gucci had dem bales
    Gucci havin’ bales
    Word is Gucci havin’ bales
    I heard Gucci havin’ bales

    [Verse 2]
    Call me anything, but don’t call the cops on me
    I fly private because I got the blocks on me
    Check the trailer trunk, got a crop on me
    I got a cartel kingpin watch on me
    Sellin’ more weed than dispensaries
    Broke niggas don’t make sense to me
    So many mexicans bringing in the tree for me
    I think Trump trying to build a fuckin’ fence for me
    Pink diamonds on my ring, stick my finger in her pussy
    Big Guwop, I’m the bully of the bully
    Got bales of the cookie, well connected with the [?]
    Not the [?], not the [?], now you lookin’ like a junkie
    You an errand boy, I’m gonna treat you like a flunkie
    And I ain’t from [?], but I been gettin’ money
    You a small time nigga and you still gettin’ fronted
    I’m across the street nigga, send the weed cross country

    [Hook]
    Guwop got dem bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    Gucci havin’ bales
    Gucci havin’ bales
    I heard Gucci havin’ bales
    They said Gucci havin’ bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    Guwop got dem bales
    I heard Guwop got dem bales
    I heard Gucci had dem bales
    Gucci havin’ bales
    Word is Gucci havin’ bales
    I heard Gucci havin’ bales


  • Zaytoven – Guwop Home (feat. Young Thug) (Where Would The Game Be Without Me Mixtape) letras

    [Intro: Young Thug]
    Mike Willy with me nigga
    Big Guwop home
    We no longer miss you, yeah
    I know Guwop home
    We all no longer miss you

    [Hook: Gucci Mane & Young Thug]
    Dream, it’s a young nigga dream, yeah
    Money talk like I’m Charlie Sheen, yeah (Wop)
    I’m a blood but I got on blue jeans (it’s Wizzop)
    Nigga act so tough it’s startin’ scene
    In blue flame, yeah the trap god throwing green rain
    Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range
    Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean?
    Old rich ass nigga, I got everything
    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    Rose gold watch, but my bottle pink gold
    Three red hoes walking round in red rose
    Can’t stay the night I’m not the type to be on Skype ho
    Wrote me off, said that I was gone, that was a typo
    Take a white girl out a trailer make her Iggy
    Take a black bitch outta Magic make her Nicki
    Pissy yellow Rollie, baby pissy in her feelings
    My young bitches show respect they call me Mr. Millions
    Brown skin chick and she love to wear purple
    Her nails purple, lips purple, pussy hair purple
    Big titty Amazon in my black Benz
    I’m rich black man got a couple white friends

    [Hook: Gucci Mane & Young Thug]
    Dream, it’s a young nigga dream, yeah
    Money talk like I’m Charlie Sheen, yeah
    I’m a blood but I got on blue jeans
    Nigga act so tough it’s startin’ scene
    In blue flame, yeah the trap god throwing green rain
    Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range
    Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean?
    Old rich ass nigga, I got everything

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    My teeth white like a toilet tissue
    Stop the cappin’, boy you know you miss her
    We hit the lobby then we saw you kiss her
    Lil mama crazy she gon’ try to 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 1248
    For the clan, nigga 12, 40 plays
    Living good, everyday my birthday
    Pockets full of money, Master P, ay
    National bid day
    Free the Wop nigga, National Siblings Day
    Call the dentist day
    Pull up to the public, come and see the bae
    Run it up to the top
    Get out and ran it back to the top
    Flood your ear, your neck, your wrist, your fingers
    And put it all on rocks
    Say Guwop home and yeah it’s official, grab some tissues
    What’s wrong with you?

    [Hook: Gucci Mane & Young Thug]
    Dream, it’s a young nigga dream, yeah
    Money talk like I’m Charlie Sheen, yeah
    I’m a blood but I got on blue jeans
    Nigga act so tough it’s startin’ scene
    In blue flame, yeah the trap god throwing green rain
    Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range
    Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean?
    Old rich ass nigga, I got everything (It’s Gucci)

    [Outro: Young Thug]
    Big Guwop home
    We no longer miss you
    I know Guwop home
    We no longer miss you, hey
    I can’t wait
    Run it up to the top
    Get it out and ran it back to the top
    Flood your ears, your neck, your wrist, your fingers
    And put it all on rocks
    Say Guwop home and yeah it’s official, grab some tissues