Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Hoes"

"Hoes"


[Chorus:]
I know this hoe
But if the shoe fits your gunna have to wear it
So you can't be mad for me talkin bout
Do what you do cause everybody says
A hoe gon be a hoe
Oh-o-o-o-o
A hoe gon be a hoe
Oh-o-o-o-o
A hoe gon be a hoe
Oh-o-o-o-o
Everybody knows everybody know
A hoe gon be a hoe

A hoe gon be a hoe I gotta let you know
Cause I got plenty hoes and these hoes come and go
I'll be 84 and still be catchin hoes
Baby this my grand center be rise and 34
Know a couple women love a bottle remy
Only thing I pay them hoes is no attention
I pull another hoe I do another show
I'm always on the road that's how I'm catching hoes
I merk em on the simon the voice of russel simons
Still got baby phat tell me whose pimping
We need to ride with killers she was a six slinger
She got the reigning champ cusz she was a trick nigga

[Chorus]

A hoe gotta main hoe fucking her with a dildo
She asked me for another pill bitch is your furreal hoe
Purple bag of dro same color her stilettos
I make that bitch my girl cause she fronted me some elbows
Fifth plaza wow lenox mall now
Shes a rainbow silly trick south decater broad
Yo done rolled a bad chick now you think your so fresh
You a 2 dollar bitch in a 100 dollar dress
Top notch dime peice big chest no lisp
And she asked to suck my dick so I told that bitch yes
Top notch dime piece and it's gucci mane la flare
And she asked to suck my dick so I told that bitch yeahhh

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Hold Dat Thought"

"Hold Dat Thought"


[Intro:]
Zaytoven on the track
Zay-tiggy
Gucci
Gucci

So Watch Entertainment
Lets Go

[Chorus:]
They call me Chef-Boy-R.G.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
But hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that junk off
Hot as piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog
[Repeat]

Early in the mornin
I aint even yawnin
Cookin up a cake
Like I'm doin a performance
When it come to flossin
I aint even talkin
Diamonds on my joint
Got my chevy moonwalkin
10 bricks on my Bart Simpson, just look
My watch, 35 pounds of kush
My ring, 36 oz's my nig
My bracelet, 500 lbs of mid
A Gucci wrapped tour bus
Yall hoes follow us
Party pack pills man
Hoes gonna swallow us
Naturally a loner
But love my kid
Mix the soda with the cola
I can buy me a friend
New swag somethin like
Trap House times 10
Ery nigga round me
Bust heads, YA-Dig
Iced out grill
I can't buy that bullshit
I'm wit some street shit,
Like a reverend in the pulpit

[Chorus:]
They call me Chef-Boy-R.G.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
But hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that junk off
Hot as piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog
[Repeat]

Like ya boi Rip Ham
I got a real good jay (a real good jay)
1 gram for the 80
Thats some real good play
Got them Vince Carter quartas
Add soda and water
I'm not athletic
But Ima straight balla
The Spud Webb ticket
Wit the lamburg yay
And its jumpin from the free throw
Like MJ
Sees nothin pass by
Like Steve and Pass
Say boy you lightnin fast
On the Utah Jazz
Like Dr. J shorts
My work real tight
You got that Atlanta Hawks yay
It wont get right
Catch me on the rebound
Like Bo Outlaw
Ima Mikey Vick-it whip it
Cook it souf-paw
36 hoes-zos
Tryna make the end zone
Make no hard move
And use my cell phone
Worth scrabblin in the pot
Just like Steve Young
5 for the Keyshawn
7 for the Deion

[Chorus:]
They call me Chef-Boy-R.G.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
But hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that junk off
Hot as piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog
[Repeat]

Gucci on fiya
Like mojo crack pot
Fell ova a joint
Like back like crack rock
Money stupid dumb
Just like Cold Blood
Just Young Hot
I show no luv
Money getta like Cheeba
Minds like Fat
And my trap roll hard
Just like Shawty Black
Ima country ass nigga
Jus like Ace
Gotta fetish, for the stones
Jus like Fo' Trey
Money tall like Broah?
Yours like D?
And my patience very short
Just like Courtney C
Angie B, Russell P
But its your choice
My girl Angel pussy deep
Like Slick Man voice
Like Red 03
Man I got bread
My pocket on swole
Like HP fohead
Ima money go getta
So I contest
Gotta a hundred hoes jockin
Jus like Throw Back

[Chorus:]
They call me Chef-Boy-R.D.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
But hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that junk off
Hot as piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog
[Repeat]

 

[fox69]

"Homeboys"
(feat. MPA Duke, Waka Flocka, Young Thug, Young Dolph & OG Boo Dirty)

"Homeboys"
(feat. MPA Duke, Waka Flocka, Young Thug, Young Dolph & OG Boo Dirty)



This is for my homeboys
Motherfuckers, enemies
Who's not keen on me is no friend of mine
This is for my homeboys
Who never changed a bit
I'll switch it
This is for my homeboys
Pull up, they can make it
And you see them at the County Jail
Just waiting
This is for my homeboys
Yeah, now we've been together since junior high
Skipping school and getting high
There's no lie

If I will have for it then he will have for it
If I would fly for it
Then he would fly for it
And now we're fucked up
And that's bad luck
And now you can't get shit from it
I thought I won't stop there
I already knew what I would choose
But you still can, and you still do
Gotta be such rude and have rules
You know I'm too tough to be rude
I just can't
Momma said I always had math and a tool

I think about you every day
Since the day you left me in the club going hard all night long
Then the next morning I got a phone call
That you've never made it home
Shit! Now what the fuck is dead is fucked up
Me and my kind made it up
So we just looked up
He did the shit anyway to get all the money

This is for my homeboys
Motherfuckers, enemies
Who's not keen on me is no friend of mine
This is for my homeboys
Who never changed a bit
No switching
This is for my homeboys
Pull up, they can make it
And you see me at the County Jail
Just waiting This is for my homeboys
Yeah, now we've been together since junior high
Skipping school and getting high
There's no lie

Now we bust at each other guns
And this shit hurts
My momma craves to sleep after the shit we're doing
Before our kids start to think this is a bad influence
Every time I go out
People worry and ask you
And I can't tell the world [?]
Before I went to jail I wanted to make it right
Yeah, I'm a millionaire

This is for my homeboys
Motherfuckers, enemies
Who's not keen on me is no friend of mine
This is for my homeboys
Who never changed a bit
No switching it
I don't think he's hearing me
I don't think he's feeling me
No, they say they ain't scared of me

Al I had was hustling
Smile nigga, with a big heart
No I got the must suit
Mario we miss you
Mario we miss you

This is for my homeboys
Motherfuckers, enemies
Who's not keen on me is no friend of mine
This is for my homeboys
Who never changed a bit
No switching
This is for my homeboys
Pull up, they can make it
And you see them at the County Jail
Just waiting
This is for my homeboys
Yeah, now we've been together since junior high
Skipping school and getting high
There's no lie

 

[fox69]

"Hood Bitches"

"Hood Bitches"


[Verse 1:]
I'm bout that water foset pussy, I swear that fuckin wet
I'm standing over the kitchen foset whippin up the bricks
With these niggas keep on beatin the door, they don't wanna spend a check
The jacket tried to steal my lawn mower, he go wet
When I first bought my bed, these bitches said Gucci's a mess
Came back in that M6 and I drop my top, she dropped her dress
We da best, fuck the rest
Leavin with me, better bring yo vest
Climbed on the criss, the Charger on 6's
I'm lookin for them hood bitches

[Hook:]
Where the hood bitches? All I fuck with hood bitches
Like them hood bitches, yea I fuck with hood bitches
Where the hood bitches? Point me to the hood bitches
It's Guwap in this bitch and I want them hood bitches
Where the hood bitches? Tell me where the hood bitches
Where the hood bitches? Point me to them hood bitches
Gucci Mane in this bitch, I got my hood bitch
You ain't no hood bitch, I need them hood bitches

[Verse 2:]
I'm a black it tonight with a bitch so bad
That she rode a bike but she not a dike
She got a man but she wear the pants
So I guess the pussy nigga got her panties tight
I said here's the plan, he's a lame
Respect the game, bring me the white
Do it again, I'm the Gucci Mane
My fuckin round made you my man
Many things but a change of heart
Cause she came in with some granny panties
I'm so picky that my dick went limp
And I had to keep the poor bitch out the mansion
Yea young nigga got a 4-5
But a nigga just to ass and pants
These hood bitches give the best head
When I fuck her I keep a pistol handed

[Hook:]
Where the hood bitches? All I fuck with hood bitches
Like them hood bitches, yea I fuck with hood bitches
Where the hood bitches? Point me to the hood bitches
It's Guwap in this bitch and I want them hood bitches
Where the hood bitches? Tell me where the hood bitches
Where the hood bitches? Point me to them hood bitches
Gucci Mane in this bitch, I got my hood bitch
You ain't no hood bitch, I need them hood bitches

 

[fox69]

"Hood Rich Anthem"
(feat. 2 Chainz, Future, Waka Flocka Flame, Yo Gotti, DJ Scream)

"Hood Rich Anthem"
(feat. 2 Chainz, Future, Waka Flocka Flame, Yo Gotti, DJ Scream)



[2 Chainz:]
Now all I rock is Polo, dollar sign my logo
Then I drop the top, on my car call it porno
Yeah I'm the realest, you can ask your BM
Shawty I'm the shit, aka the pimp
Warup Dj Scream, Cory what's happenin'?
Spins on the beat, Tity Boi rappin'
It's time to turn up, told em let's do it
And I'm from the A, turn our heat up with that unit

[Future:]
I'm an astronaut, I'm a NASA, I'm a rock star, I'm a shotta
With a bomber clock, who wanna test me
Yeah girl she wanna sex me
Caress me, for me she turn to lesbi
I'm tuned into the radio, I count up all these fetti
Ay DJ Spinz freebandz, Cory B freebandz, DJ Scream freebandz, Talk to me freebandz
Ay DJ Spinz freebandz, Cory B freebandz, DJ Scream freebandz, Talk to me freebandz

[Waka Flocka:]
I'm so fucking turnt up with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas
In the trap with the goonies and the drug dealers
I'm so fucking turnt up, with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas
In the trap with the goonies and the drug dealers

[Yo Gotti:]
I'm capped up, hood shit, real nigga, hood rich
Bad bitches only, but she must be a hood bitch
I'm riding round in your city, strapped up and I'm getting in
Lambo, NASCAR, loud pipes and I'm in it
Top down, my chain on, you a real nigga that's the same song
Glock 40 my aim on, little fuck boy, you a lame ho
I'm turned up, can't turn me down
I'm sacked up and I'm on the town
The hell fire can't burn me down, and you know the sound

[Gucci Mane:]
This hood rich radio, you better not change the station
It's Gucci mane la flare they say I changed the nation
I'm a trapper slash rapper yea that's my occupation
And I don't cary chump change all I do is carry faces
I'm monopoly, I ball, I think I'm Dominique
Primetime like Dion, I make them kiss my cleats
I brought you juice, I brought you flock, Now whos the next to blow?
I'm so boulder crest, so Texaco, so Cresham road

[Waka Flocka:]
I'm so fucking turnt up with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas
In the trap with the goonies and the drug dealers
I'm so fucking turnt up, with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas
In the trap with the goonies and the drug dealers

 

[fox69]

"Hot!"

"Hot!"


[Chorus]
I got the stove on, and get the pie... hot
It's fin' to get hot
So put your mask on, and lick some shots... hot
It's fin' to get hot

Man the whip gon' be a cold summer
Ice on my Bentley so that means I got a cold stormer
(YEAHHH!) And my watch it cost a cool hundred
Ch'all cost me two hundred flexin with the new money
Brr - got that don't know what to do money
Put it in the 7, got my old school lookin too funny
Hahaha, and this paint job cost a cool twenty
Gotta watch my 2 junkies, burnin on that good chronic
Huh? A flat 40 and my rim Mikey
Try to CEO I leave you flunky like a damn donkey
Geah, I hope you heard what I just said homey
Thought you were my dog 'til that nigga put the fes on me
So nigga go and tell on me
I'ma get this bread homey, I ain't never scared homey
Huh? Hope you heard what I just said homey
You can go and tell on me, I'ma get this bread homey

[Chorus]

In the club on that good burnin
Shorty smokin weed but it smellin like that wood burnin
Stop! In Magic City on a good Monday
Got it rainin good money, hoes make it good for me
Go go go, I told lil' momma what she could do for me
Shorty kept it hood, lil' momma out here catchin jewels for me
I told my flunkie need to see somethin
Shorty she don't ride but she took G down to the 10 for me
Uhh, and I let her get it in for me
Comin through the outfit right now strapped down with them things for me
Uhh, and that girl know how to spend money
Baby want that real money, show you how to lay in money
(Yeahhh!) I told her all I do is cash hundreds
Lookin like that cash money, out here makin fast money
Uhh, but nigga if you trick your last money
If you trick your last money, nigga you a damn dummy

[Chorus]

I hit the club, gon' leave my car runnin
Why you leave your car runnin? I'm just gon' be five minutes
(Zoom) Man I pull me about 9 women
It did take me 9 minutes, but I needed 9 jimmies
(Yeahhh!) Make these girls grant all my 9 wishes
All you player haters need to get the fuck out my bid'ness
Uhh, man I think I got 'bout 9 Hemmes
9 millimeter on me and he got the 9 for me

[Chorus - repeat 2X (to fade)]

 

[fox69]

"House Around The Corner"
(feat. 38 Spesh)

"House Around The Corner"
(feat. 38 Spesh)



Man I told these motherfuckers I was the last trapper man
The fuck these niggas talkin' about eh? Huh?
TCS trust gon first, nigga let's go

Now you could tell that I did this shit first hand
I paid for it, send it out and pray the work land
Soon as it touched the town I ain't servin' no weight, I'm bringing everything down
Got my pop 'round the corner in the building poppin' 4-12
I sold at least the breakin' dimes before 12
Made my bags bigger, they gave me more cents
I made at least a couple million off my dope bands
And I even put my trap in my bitch name
I put a little asteroid soon as the bricks came
Tryna find the love, I'm tryna find the plug
Ain't sure what I could do when it come to moving drugs

Fit for G, ounce of marijuana
Made a million dollars from that house around the corner
Stay strapped, party like a baller
Made a million dollars from that house around the corner

Fit for G, ounce of marijuana
Made a million dollars from that house around the corner
Stay strapped, party like a baller
Made a million dollars from that house around the corner

I ball in my Polos, don't ball in my Pumas
Gucci Mane look fab and I got some big cahunas
I'm a shockin' you with tuna and I just heard a rumor
Marooney white Jag callin' Oklahoma soon us
Gotta trap us round the corner til we spuzz in a dead end
Free rooms at today's inn, this song says I'm a legend
I got 2 piece, my 2 piece
I got twin tits and 3 vets
Half a mill in my cool net
And I do flicks where I glue bricks
Sell Vicodin, sell H pills
Sell Molly, sell Rufus
Tell Fish Scale I got Ninas, got 4's, got deuces
Got a lean spot that's exclusive
Got ounces pints and juices
Sell nick bad, sell zig-zag
Sell pipes lighters and looses

Fit for G, ounce of marijuana
Made a million dollars from that house around the corner
Stay strapped, party like a baller
Made a million dollars from that house around the corner

Fit for G, ounce of marijuana
Made a million dollars from that house around the corner
Stay strapped, party like a baller
Made a million dollars from that house around the corner

 

[fox69]

"How We Rockin"

"How We Rockin"


[Verse 1:]
When the fish tell it, out of Atlantic City
And a car that cost a half a millie
Trying to turn up too quick
This spilled drink on my dick
Bad bitch, on my right side, she flip it
Damn you got some pretty titties
And I love when she call Guwop big poppa
Cause we fucking all night like Kim and Peggy
Double cup of that candy
Got a quarter pound of that good keef
... brain on her pussy
And now her pussy sticky
We just came back from Italy
And the feds said they want to come get me
But I'm feelin like big Micci
... still go clean like
See my girl she was keeping two c's on it
Her dollar card got two b's on it
Plus all my cars got ounce on em
But my lil boy's car got e's on it
Your cd ain't got nothing on it
Bought your cd, just to roll weed on it
Your girl told me you ain't got nothing on me

[Hook:]
That's how we rocking [x3]
He drove up in Versace, shawty got some mans
That's how we rocking [x3]
He keep a chopper with him again
That's how we rock it [x3]
Bitch you so bad I don't care what I'm gone spend
That's how we rockin [x3]

[Verse 2:]
This how we rocking, these hoes be jogging
This how we rocking, bottles keep on popping
This how we rocking, I take you shopping
This how we rocking, had a trap house on the dead end
I know you scared then, I bust you head in
They said that Gucci man was broke, I told em nigga when
Cause I was trapping on my house when I was only ten
You say you beat then come see me I got that downright then
And I would killer, killer, killer, kill again
I told the feds that they lookin at a killer man
My momma called me told me Gu-op you a wanted man
I told her Gu-op ain't here, pop I got a plan

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Hustle"

"Hustle"


[Chorus:]
Since you can't get right Imma show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle show you how to hustle.
Make a grind all night, Imma show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle..
Put ya game down tight Imma show you how to hustle, show you how to husle, show you hwo to hustle.
It's an all night flight, Imma show you how to hustle, show you hustle, show you how to hustle (Yeahh)

[Verse 1:]
(ughh)
I let my hater be my motivator, I got 20 pounds of purp in my frigerator. (ughh)
So damn an investergator, when I re-up they bring it in a tractor trailor. (ughh)
I'm the king of Decatur man, got that fruity dro any kinda flavor man, (ughh)
Bubble cush or that purple thrax, white rhino you ain't never heard of dat. (ughh)
I got them sevens fr the buck fifty, 125 if an nigga fuck wit me.
(ughh) you doin bad buyin 50 slabs, I'm in Texico buyin out sandwich bags (ughh)
Niggas churpin on my Nextel, Gucci what it look like nigga fish scales (ughh)
I use to hold down the Hotel, now I'm a member of the Big Cat Cartel

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
(ughh)
I use to be the nigga wit the dimes, now I'm on the grind wit the 4's and the 9's. (ughh)
They say it's Gucci time to shine, a young black Enterprenuer in nhis prime (ughh)
A nigga gota get the whole thang, 19-5 evrytime my phone rang (ughh)
I got so much clientell, black tee, black Gat and a pocket scale (ughh)
So I can't go broke man, niggas know me as the Dope man's dope man (ughh)
I made this one for my folks man, for the J's thatb be smokin outta coke cans (ughh)
and they askin for a wake up, you wanna a brick I gotcha covered like make-up. (ughh)
so wantcha holla atcha boy, you drop a couple dollars, I'll getcha coke, I'll getcha boi

[Chorus]

Ima trappa not a rappa
Whole thang gon' shake time to bust it out the rapper(ugh)
So I aint gotta go plaid
ima make half a mil when my pockets get back(ugh)
Gucci mane on the track im the next best thang since cooked up crack (ugh)
I get my car washed free cause the fiends in the hood man they really love me (ugh)
Trash bag fulla trees lil boys say dey wanna be just like me (ugh)
I move so much purp make a nigga in the hood think his scale dont work (ugh)
Since I linked up with Big Cat he told me I cant sell nothin less that a ten pack (ugh)
My whole advance check I spent that 100 bricks 50 bells and my ten strap(ugh)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I Aint Even Gonna Lie"
(with Young Dolph)

"I Aint Even Gonna Lie"
(with Young Dolph)



[Hook: x2]
I ain't gonna even lie
You damn right I got a fucking plug
I ain't gonna even lie
Everything I got I got it out the mud
I ain't gonna even lie
I got alot of hoes but never been in love
I ain't gonna even lie
This glock right here can hold 30 sluts

[Verse 1:]
My heart ain't got no feelings,
My glock got an extension
My favorite room to break down these college greens is the kitchen
Rubber band and money while my palm still itching
Everything product from my sweater to these bridges
Now I don't fuck with them niggas, I don't fuck with them bitches
Don't get mad if I don't speak to you bro I'm just not friendly
In the tramp slam dunking these peeps like Michael Finley
My dad used to do the same shit so I guess that is just in me
I ain't even gonna lie, I'm the plug in my neighborhood
Down in south Memphis but we smoking on that england wood
I ain't even gon' lie ye I'm sprung on that designer shit
I just fire my own hoe and went and got a finer bitch

[Hook: x2]
I ain't gonna even lie
You damn right I got a fucking plug
I ain't gonna even lie
Everything I got I got it out the mud
I ain't gonna even lie
I got alot of hoes but never been in love
I ain't gonna even lie
This glock right here can hold 30 sluts

[Verse 2:]
I got money, but need more bread
See I'm the tough nigga that dance on your forehead
I need gwala, I'm talking big stacks
See I'm the type of nigga put a poison down a new 'lac
I need hoes, matter fact I don't need no bitch
I don't have the time for her bitch can go suck my dick
I'm trying to get rich, but it don't make me shit
So I don't give a damn about it come get your home clique bliss
I'm careless, y'all niggas know how the flare is
And you're always there on wearing this the rarest of the rarest
Scary, but y'all niggas is the scariest
And I seen some ugly hoes but y'all hoes is the ugliest

[Hook: x2]
I ain't gonna even lie
You damn right I got a fucking plug
I ain't gonna even lie
Everything I got I got it out the mud
I ain't gonna even lie
I got alot of hoes but never been in love
I ain't gonna even lie
This glock right here can hold 30 sluts