Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"What I'm Talking Bout"

"What I'm Talking Bout"


Head bangers
YEAHHH!
YEAHHH! (UHHH UHHH UHHH UHHH)
YEAHHH! (UHHH)

Gucci mane laflair
It's money in the air
It's ballin over here
It's models over there
It's party over there
We ballin over here
It's gucci mane laflair
This song is out of here
That's what I'm talkin bout
I'm gettin guapped out
And I don't swap it out
Ya better walk it out
Cause if I pull it out
There's nothin to talk about
This what I'm talkin bout
Know what I'm talkin bout
They don't give a fuck
That's what the fuss about
Chickens in the kitchen
That's what I'm talkin bout
And I'll talk ya out
And I'll cross ya out
And I'll move ya out
That's what I'm talkin bout

[CHORUS: x2]
28 inch rims that's what we talkin bout
Million just on our jewels that's what we talkin bout
Birthday cake for the crew that's what we talkin bout
Ya either cash it in or we'll cash ya out

Girl we'll getcha drunk
And then we'll dog you out
Kick you to the curb
That's what the boss about
Know what I'm talkin bout
On some twenty eights
That's what I'm talkin bout
It's sittin so high
I don't see the traffic
But I can see the sky
I just get the cake
But I don't see the pie
Walk through the club
We don't see tha lines
They don't pat us down
So they don't see the nines
Where I party at
Ya know I'm keeping mine
Ya know I'm sneakin mine
Gotta keep in mind
Know what I'm talkin bout
That's what I'm talkin bout
Whatcha talkin bout
So icey bank shop

[CHORUS x2]

Signed with atlantic
Now I'm makin mills
Bitch I might
Gone off of pills
Paint match the wheels
The chain match the grill
Make a record deal
Hundred dollar bills
Know what I'm talkin bout
You don't know about
Pull up to the bank
And snatch a hundred out
Then smash out
To my shawtys house
Let's go shoppin shawty
That's what I'm talkin bout

YYEEAAAHHHH! (PUSSY!)

[CHORUS x2]

 

[fox69]

"What Is You Sayin'"

"What Is You Sayin'"


[Hook - Gucci Mane:]
Me and you bitch get along
What is you saying, homes?
You and money don't get along
What is you saying, homes?
I'm on the road, always gone
Where is you staying, homes?
You niggas macho, ain't get cash
What is you saying, homes?

[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane:]
Wrestling with the working figure for the dopeman
Hell yeah, Gucci Mane applaud, but used to be the dopeman
I had to search them niggas down, 'fore the money change hands
If you thinking of jacking Gucci, you fuckers better change plans
My buddy say he found God and that he's a changed man
I whipped the dope so hard it jumped to thirty-eight grams
You shopping with the middle-man, what you got thirty-eight hands?
I got a thirty-eight special so I'm aiming at heads

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane:]
Nighttime in the hood, but my wrist glowing
I got your auntie smoke that pipe, yeah she been blowing
And you ain't gotta call, [?] where your bitch going
Drop 'rari in the hood, got the tits showing
She kick it with me the long way, yeah she feel going
Stupid racks in the wall, yeah they bill doing
She say that you can't pay the bills, let the bitch do it
And even you can get some money, it ain't shit to it

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3 - Gucci Mane:]
Tell me what you saying, homes
Then play it right, you played it wrong
Got a badass bitch that stayed at home
And you're home alone and on your own
Motherfuck you. Have a destitution, pump your list and call my phone
R.I.P to Pimp C, diss me and you gonna smell my cologne
Ain't no word 'bout casualties
Ain't no dead without tragedies
You standing by the block with me
But your bitch still wanna talk with me
I know the feds wanna shackle me
Dopeboys in my properties
Put a hundred Gs in your bitch house
But don't spend that shit without asking me

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"What It's Gonna Be"

"What It's Gonna Be"


Listen to the track bitch

Burr burr burr

I'm in the zone they keep on gettin offended
But ain't did nothing wrong but tightened up all my business
And now I'm making millions, everybody's social
They really too emotional I don't have time to hold them
I wanna be a billionaire, me too
So I can count a billion cash in hundreds on you too
I get dirty money bitches know with ciroc on my rada
I'm on stage with diddy nicki ricky rozay and flo rida
I rock maris with the money ball like stoudemire omare
Hold the blunt with my left hand to show my audemar in paris
Look at all that I've accomplished, I just bought me 3 ferraris
Spent five million in my company if offended you not sorry...GUCCI

[Chorus]
What it gonna be
What it ain't gonna be
Too many chains on me too many rings on me
Baby dancin on me diamonds dancing on me
Tell my watch and my rocks not to freeze
What it gonna be
What it aint gonna be
Dare anybody here to put their hands on me
Too many stacks on me so many racks on me
Got some killa and some gats and money
What it gonna be
What it aint gonna be
Too many chains on me too many rings on me
Baby dancin on me diamonds dancing on me
Tell my watch and my rocks not to freeze
What it gonna be
What it aint gonna be
Dare anybody here to put their hands on me
Too many stacks on me so many racks on me
Gotta die on my life as what its gonna be be

Ima street magician and I keep on taking pretty girls to lenox
New mustang with 80 in it watch her spend all 80 in 80 minutes
Sacks are full real true religion I bought a car so sharp it makes the feds suspicious
See I'm too flamboyant they say its malnutrious I'm in a rare edition, think I'm a mathematician
Dare anybody here to put their hands on me too many stacks on me too many racks on me
Gotta die on my life as whats it gonna be whatcha gonna do gucci mane gonna lead
Still poppin bottles pouring liquor on chicks no need to lie I'm such a freak
No need to hide you so unique
Imma try beat your back out until you weep
Said you ran outta money theres more for me heres more for you cause you a whore for me
Dont be a hoe for free cause we can ball right now we can do it 2, 3, 4 times a week
From zone 6 down to Camelton I pull up in that yellow thing I put rims on everything
Hoes think I gotta wedding ring

What it gonna be
What it aint gonna be
Too many chains on me too many rings on me
Baby dancin on me diamonds dancing on me

Tell my watch and my rocks not to freeze
What it gonna be
What it aint gonna be
Dare anybody here to put their hands on me
Too many stacks on me so many racks on me
Got some killa and some gats and money
What it gonna be
What it aint gonna be
Too many chains on me too many rings on me
Baby dancin on me diamonds dancing on me
Tell my watch and my rocks not to freeze
What it gonna be
What it aint gonna be
Dare anybody here to put their hands on me
Too many stacks on me so many racks on me
Gotta die on my life as what its gonna be be

Come in to leave throwin money high dont care where it reach
Spend 2 g's a week on haircuts like 4,5,6 sometimes a week
These girls petrified they scared to speak
Im in the new GT with a georgia peach
Gotta condo right out on the florida beach
I aint hard to reach so nice to meet
Every night we meet you prolly fight with me
Say its fine with me to spend the night with me
No rules everything alright with me
Now shake baby shake just right for me
Catch ball players in magic city
Show them boys how good my jumper is
Aint no niggas up in here, makin all pros look like amateurs
I just showed my ass last night I had a blast
My jewelery was so white haters put theirs in the trash
Pulled up in some fans just to make them haters mad
Rims with paper tag paper bag full of cash

What it gonna be
What it aint gonna be
Too many chains on me too many rings on me
Baby dancin on me diamonds dancing on me
Tell my watch and my rocks not to freeze
What it gonna be
What it aint gonna be
Dare anybody here to put their hands on me
Too many stacks on me so many racks on me
Got some killa and some gats and money
What it gonna be
What it aint gonna be
Too many chains on me too many rings on me
Baby dancin on me diamonds dancing on me
Tell my watch and my rocks not to freeze
What it gonna be
What it aint gonna be
Dare anybody here to put their hands on me
Too many stacks on me so many racks on me
Gotta die on my life as what its gonna be be

 

[fox69]

"What They Do"
(feat. Khia, Young Snead)

"What They Do"
(feat. Khia, Young Snead)



[Intro: Gucci Mane (Khia)]
(Thug Misses in the house!)
Geah! Gucci Mane in the house
Gucci Mane, Laflare
(This is Big Cat reppin)
Big Cat in the building, so watch yo' mouth
So watch yo' mouth - tell me what they do?
(Tell me what they do?) Shawty what you doin?
Shawty what? Throw it up
(Oh you want me over there?)
Tell me what they do? (Tell me what they do?)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
What they do? What they do?
They get drunk and they get loose
Mix that Goose with Absolute
Then they turn to prostitutes

[Khia]
(Tell me what they do?)
Thug Misses and I'm lookin for a Thug Mister
Big spender, break bread like a real mister
Drop low to your knees boy, whistle on it
Then put that wood on me, cut me like you paid for it
It's on you, let me know if you really want it
You on Goose, so I know you gon' get loose
Pop a pill, do what you been wantin to do
Then make it rain like a motherfuckin hurricane
I hate lames, if you want it you gotta suck on it
Get it right, if you want it you gotta bid on it
Real thick and my sugar got gold on it
Spend on it, make a chick put her friend on it
Good neck, good back, ohh yeah I want it!!
Slide on it, make a chick wanna ride on it
Hair on it mean the nigga ain't scared of it
Thug Misses, Gucci Mane and you still want it

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
Tell me what they do?
For about a hundred dollars she'll let you come through
Two hundred dollars take her clothes off too
Three hundred she'll be all on you
For the fo' give a blowjob 'til she turn blue
Five hundred dollars she'll eat a girl too
Drop the whole stack she'll do the whole crew
Hoes get loose when they drink Grey Goose
Seee the Coupe on rims with the big sunroof
You can bring your friend and your homegirl too
Damn what you heard, baby girl it ain't true
I don't like her girl I really like you
Cause she already told me what she wan' do
Love it when you fresh and you wear perfume
Everybody stare when I walk in the room
Chain frostbit like a New Year's Eve
But the watch on fire like the first day of June

[Khia]
Let me show you what a real boss chick do
Make you feel real special when I'm on you
Slide low lay back and enjoy the ride
Super wet stay gushin on the inside
Water flowin like a stream call me Aquafina
A real bad mamma jammer, love it when you beat it
Stay fresh, stay tight, pumpin all night
I got that comeback, strokin on it just right
Guys we can play hard if you want to
Act like you don't want it when you know you do
It's real simple, use your lips then use your chin
Tip that pole back, baby sip on all the milk
Fruity Pebbles lips tastin like Fruit Loops
Lovin what you do when you gone on the Goose
You love it what I'm doin when I'm gone on the Goose
You gettin crunk and loose, good to know you suck it too

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"When I Was Water Wippin"

"When I Was Water Wippin"


[Verse 1:]
I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up
And I'm the milk man, you better call rent man up
I'm by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up
You'll have better luck tryna' rob a Brick Bank truck
Eight ounces and a Crush soda
Last month I damn near smoked a Range Rover
I buy a pint, crack the seal, and put a straw in it
I'm drinking raw out the jar, caviar sipping
I might need a new prescription
These young hoes fucking senior citizens
Dad, your little sister, granddaddy, mistress, sad
Secretary sucking politicians, you mad
You know that Mr. cheating on his Mrs.
Remember when I could just take a bitch to Wendy's
But now these hoes say they wanna go to Sicily
But bitch you must be silly, wanna go to Piccadilly
Cause I really feel you fake as hell, like Milli Vanilli

[Hook:]
These hoes, must of these niggas go broke for these hoes
Big bad bully but he beat for these hoes
Married thirty years but he sleep with these hoes
Spending all this money, going out to eat
M.O.B. man, money over bitches
These niggas say they real, but they just a bunch of bitches
Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen
Baby girl, where you was when I was water wippin'
When I was water wippin', when I was water wippin'
Baby girl, where you was when I was water wippin'
When I was water wippin', when I was water wippin'
Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen

[Verse 2:]
Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen
So many chickens in my kitchen got my palms itching
You sucking a rich nigga dick, you in a good position
You say your baby daddy broke? Bitch you really tripping
What's wrong with you, what kind of life you living?
You wanna ball, hit the mall, or just eat Church's Chicken
Gucci be really pimping, I need just thirty minutes
And if you cool baby we could fuck every Wednesday
But you must pay attention, baby you got to listen
The first rule, that you cannot have hoes in my business
You know I ball relentless, pull up in Benz and Bentley's
And I don't wanna meet your daddy, I ain't fucking friendly
I had three-hundred-fifty-thousand, I was only twenty
Your baby daddy broke, I bury his ass in fucking twenties
Yeah I'm a fat nigga, but all I ride is fucking skinny's
And I don't wanna fuck that bitch cause she to fucking skinny

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"White Man"

"White Man"


[Hook:]
I got a cup in my left hand, blunt in my right hand
I hid my drugs down a walk band, drunker than a white man
Drunker than a white man yea
Said I'm drunker than a white man, damn
Drunker than a white man yea
Drunker than a white man yea
Drunker than a white man, damn
Drunker than a white man, damn

[Verse 1:]
I do more drugs than a rock band, party like a white man
I don't wear skinny jeans cause I got them damn bands
Gold in the mine but I'm good with my damn hands
Catch me in the hood with my nigga Pac movin grams
Run forward black on negro gang, get schooled I'm a made man
I had to sign that nigga cause that boy can make go gang
Them little boys no broken heads, got some shootin no man
Then we so stuntin fresh in here, how you say the same thing
Gucci Mane so devenier, I sell water to well
Yellow turtle to snail, front your boyfriend 30 bills
I drink lean no liquor baby, you can keep the biver though
They know your boyfriend locally but bitch they know mw everywhere

[Hook:]
I got a cup in my left hand, blunt in my right hand
I hid my drugs down a walk band, drunker than a white man
Drunker than a white man yea
Said I'm drunker than a white man, damn
Drunker than a white man yea
Drunker than a white man yea
Drunker than a white man, damn
Drunker than a white man, damn

[Verse 2:]
Party all night – that's the party that I like
All these girls on that white, got these girls going hard
When I pull up to the light, I might a extra Sprite
Burn a blunt long way like a motherfuckin knife
Yo I'm 50 for the head but 200 for the night
I leave the open for the room cause you wanted to spend the night
I'm a go bust your balloon, boy you muthafuckin broke
You say Guwap going under, bitch you must be tellin jokes
Last hippie with the thunder and I look like 20 bands
Bust 20 fuckin bands to the Gucci Mane bitch
Made a half mill of the falcons, ain't gon motherfuckin switch
But if I turn up 100K ya'll better motherfuckin bleach

[Hook:]
I got a cup in my left hand, blunt in my right hand
I hid my drugs down a walk band, drunker than a white man
Drunker than a white man yea
Said I'm drunker than a white man, damn
Drunker than a white man yea
Drunker than a white man yea
Drunker than a white man, damn
Drunker than a white man, damn

 

[fox69]

"Wish You Was Me"

"Wish You Was Me"


[Intro:]
Man this shit crazy
In this crib shit is fuckin crazy
Uh!
It's Guwop
It's Guwop

[Hook:]
I got 100 young niggas screamin I don't give a fuck
Got them pistols in the club, wish a nigga would touch me
Nigga what? You think Gucci give a fuck?
Sayin that you fuck with Gucci but he know he don't trust me
Then I rush, nigga better catch a cut
Got that 4-4 on my gut, I don't need no nigga but me
I'm a thug, yea my mama raised a thug
But I'm a multimillionaire, you wish you motherfuckin was me

[Verse 1:]
Nigga wish you was the motherfuckin Gucci Mane
But stop man with yo wishin there cause on the real you trippin man
And I know bands can make her dance but I can't really dance
You spend 100 thousand on it they will really glance
I throw so much money on me, I need hammer pants
And we can bet 1 million, that's if you's a gambling man
I ain't runnin from it, I was borned in Birmingham
East Atlanta, been there moved so check my Instagram
I'm a shooter, I'm a builder and I'm a business man
I talk so disrespectful that I hurt yo feelings damn
I whip and took a pass then to you, I need them extra grams
And when that choppa blip my bitch ya'll say I'm goin HAM

[Hook:]
I got 100 young niggas screamin I don't give a fuck
Got them pistols in the club, wish a nigga would touch me
Nigga what? You think Gucci give a fuck?
Sayin that you fuck with Gucci but he know he don't trust me
Then I rush, nigga better catch a cut
Got that 4-4 on my gut, I don't need no nigga but me
I'm a thug, yea my mama raised a thug
But I'm a multimillionaire, you wish you motherfuckin was me

[Verse 2:]
I'm fuckin with the young niggas, all my niggas thuggin
Robin Hood of the city, all my niggas struggling
Big money Gucci nigga, I don't do the buget
Feel just like easy when he made easy does it
Rap niggas name drop, Gucci Mane cocaine drop
Thought it was a choppa, 100 bottles of champagne popped
Thought I was a doctor, 50 pints on my counter top
4-58 cause I just load a Ferrari shop
Pray to be a hustla, man I got it from grandpa
In the kitchen cookin' Rest In Peace to my grandma
Nigga ran off so I'm a blow his fuckin' head off
You can work for me 'cause now you got a dead boss

[Hook:]
I got 100 young niggas screamin I don't give a fuck
Got them pistols in the club, wish a nigga would touch me
Nigga what? You think Gucci give a fuck?
Sayin that you fuck with Gucci but he know he don't trust me
Then I rush, nigga better catch a cut
Got that 4-4 on my gut, I don't need no nigga but me
I'm a thug, yea my mama raised a thug
But I'm a multimillionaire, you wish you motherfuckin was me

 

[fox69]

"Wish You Would"
(feat. Verse Simmonds)

"Wish You Would"
(feat. Verse Simmonds)



[Intro:]
Freak freak
Let me be your freak
Touch my toes
You can have this beat
I like when you bad
'Cause it feels so good
Bring it back
I wish you would

[Chorus:]
Freak freak
Let me be your freak
Touch your toes
Let me get that beat
I like when you bad
'Cause it feels so good
Bring it back
I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would
Bring it back
I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would
Bring it back
I wish you would

[Verse 1:]
It's Gucci, Go
Bring it back
Bring it back
Pull up in a Vette
Jet black
Ass fat, I done met my match
I need a girl in the back with a butterfly tat
Bring it back
Bring it back
Pull up in a Vette
Jet black
Ass fat, I done met my match
I need a girl in the back with a butterfly tat

[Verse 2:]
Her passed me by I won't let that
Got a hundred stacks you respect that
Spent a hundred stacks I regret that
At a strip club where we met at
He a star girl 'cause he desperate
Can't help it he'll need to exit
Money suspect, change the subject
But I control the girl like a puppet

[Chorus:]
It's Gucci
Freak freak
Let me be your freak
Touch your toes
Let me get that beat
I like when you bad
But it feels so good
Bring it back
I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would
Bring it back
I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would
Bring it back
I wish you would

[Verse 3:]
Burrr
She's a nympho so she loved it
Broke up and he loves it
Come to me with that fuck shit
Get your wig split in public
I met your bitch in publix
On aisle 9 by the toothpicks
We left there, hit Ruth's Chris
She suck dick like she toothless
He a busy bee on Tuesdays
I'm Eazy E, I'm ruthless
Hoe deuces and juices
I'm too high, I'm woozy

[Chorus:]
Gucci
Freak freak
Let me be your freak
Touch your toes
Let me get that beat
I like when you bad
But it feels so good
Bring it back
I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would
Bring it back
I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would
Bring it back
I wish you would

[Outro:]
Freak freak
Let me be your freak
Touch my toes
You can have this beat
I like when you bad
'Cause it feels so good
Bring it back
I wish you would

 

[fox69]

"Without Me"

"Without Me"


[Intro]
Huh
(holiday laughing)
Wassup
It's yo boy gucci
1017
Gwap
Drop top shawty
BRRR
Holiday - we back

[Verse 1]
I smoke like I'm cheech n chong
Sell dope like nicki bunz
Tats on my naked arm
Like my kush very strong
Gucci I'm such a don
Tell em' I'm having fun
(BRRR-BRRR BRRR BRRR-BRRR BRRR)
(BURRRRRR)
Holiday - lets get postal rap
Gucci - racks
HOLIDAY SEASON SHRIMPS

I smoke like I'm cheech n chong
Sell dope like nicki bunz
Tats on my naked arm
Like my kush very strong
Gucci I'm such a don
Tell em' I'm having fun
I'm having such a run
I threw 10,000 ones
I'm the trap king kong
My jeans got dem wings on em'
Tell them to be moaning
I'm servin' clean huuuh
High as a skydiver
Brick in the piledriver
Used to stand a pilot and serve all the truck drivers (scrrrd scrrrd)
I whip up that white flour
Zip up that white powder
Twist up that green ganja
More money, more damn power
A solider dies once, but 10,000 does for a coward
Miamis my second home, I'm shopping [?]

[Chorus]
I'm sippin' lean and feelin' drowsy (huuh)
But what would the game be without me (gucci)
I bet your girlfriend pussy lousy (damn)
I see your diamonds very cloudy (huh)
But what would the game be without me
I'm sippin' lean and feelin' drowsy
I bet your girlfriend pussy lousy
I see your diamonds very cloudy

[Verse 2]
I got these girls goin' crazy like I was elvis niggah
They call me gucci gwap and I'm one hell of a niggah
Got them chickens for sale
Shit I can tell that you figure
I'm like infamous niggah, call me I deliver
I fuck your girl, and
You scream and put that shit on your twitter
And I slap it and jiggle I cut her off now she bitter
I'm the creme of the crop, bitch I'm the pick of the litter (gucci)
Now she bringing her niggah, I wish that I never hit her
She didn't have no ambition, she didn't have no protection
I pay her no attention, but that make it an issue
Wanna cry hears some tissue
You's a liar say I kissed her
Confront gucci bout a bitch and you get slapped wit a pistol (gucci!)

[Chorus]
I'm sippin' lean and feelin' drowsy (huuh)
But what would the game be without me (gucci)
I bet your girlfriend pussy lousy (damn)
I see your diamonds very cloudy (huh)
But what would the game be without me
I'm sippin' lean and feelin' drowsy
I bet your girlfriend pussy lousy
I see your diamonds very cloudy

[Outro]
Huuhh
Yaa
You heard it niggah
Its GUCCI
Huuh
Stupid money
Crazy jewelry
Fast life
Beautiful women
Ziggy
1017

 

[fox69]

"Won't Change"

"Won't Change"


Zay, Gucci!
Zay you the greatest

I got a stash full of bands cuz I rubber band thick
I got a passion for the pan, I'm a water whip wizard
If you shop with Gucci Mane I bet your grams jump back
Got that flashback dope I bring your Grandpa back
And when that choppa in my hand, you gon' be the running man
And I count the money faster than a money counter can
You ain't getting shit back once the money change hands (bitch!)
For 50 keys of the sand, go to war with Jackie Chan
I text your baby brother twice and told him bring me my bands
Bricksquad so deep go to war with Iran
Half a mil on the plane but I'm flying air train
And if they come back to yo hood no mo' but I can [?]

[Hook:]
I'm still making dope boy music
Treat a Bentley like a four door Chevy
My mama said she can't feed no sissies
Beat up on my big bruh wouldn't let me
16 oz in a pint and it won't change
36 in a brick and it won't change
Rich nigga keepin' it hood cuz it won't change
I'm just another nigga came up in the dope game

Since an infant they put me on this pimpin
My brother trap and I'm his personal assistant
I had a knot so big in the lunch line
They called my momma told her that I'm on the dope grind
Big bag, riff raff try me they'll get shit-bagged
Ballistic the car you just bought I'm tryna hit that
Fuck nigga, get back, 'fore you dun get head cracked
Quarter mil, everybody dead but the Kit Kat
Blitz me, I'll blitz back my career I will risk that
Kush so strong, people asking where you get that
I'ma have money nigga long as they print that
Same flow cuz I ain't broke so ain't no need to fix that

[Hook]

Had a 9 mil, Zay was making hits in his basement
Hit the club, jump the line, I ain't with that wait shit
Here's 500, I ain't beggin you to play shit
Jazzy T wasted before I made Wasted
RIP to Magic, damn that shit was tragic
Even though we bumped heads didn't wanna see you in a casket
I remember at least 6 different times that you blasted
Never kiss ass, real niggas never ass kiss
Nigga tried to kill me for a chain, nigga you could have it
People think I'm crazy like the Ol' Dirty Bastard (RIP)
I'm proud to say I helped my nigga Waka get a mansion
I wish my nigga Dunk was here I'd help him get a palace

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