Gucci Mane Ft. Lil Baby – Tootsies + lyrics

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Gucci Mane delivers the third single from his upcoming album, WOPTOBER II, titled “Tootsies,” featuring fellow Georgia rapper, Lil Baby.

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Tootsies lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Brr
Cook that shit up, Quay
Brr, lean, blah, lean, blah, hah

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
This dope’ll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
The mall ain’t even open yet but Gucci made ’em open it
Dr. Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain’t even fine enough so I don’t ever wanna hit
Fishtailin’ out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
I told the dealer he can keep the talk ’cause I don’t want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up seein’ a dyin’ bitch
Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich


[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Yeah
Hop out that new Maybach like I come from paper (That’s my fam, bitch)
You been cuffin’ bitches, you a super-saver (Superhero)
My lil’ boy already rich, he got my future paper (Checks signed)
We just parked the Wraith inside the elevator (Elevator)
Tootsies on Tuesday, in the private room making a movie
I got some vibes with me getting groovy, we at the top floor in a jacuzzi
Ridin’ with some hot boys like I’m Juvie, I’m on that dumb shit like I’m Gucci (Guwop)
I just spent twenty-six thousand in Gucci, go ask about me, this shit ain’t no newsies
I was gettin’ money before it was music
I don’t drank, I don’t sip, I abuse it
I did what I did, got ’em clueless
Think these Adderals got me all loose (Yeah)
Got your bitch on my drip, she been choosey (Yeah)
She been checking me out, I been movin’ (Yeah)
So much money, it’s getting confusing (Yeah)
Only winning, I don’t wanna lose it (Yeah)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
This dope’ll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
The mall ain’t even open yet but Gucci made ’em open it
Dr. Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain’t even fine enough so I don’t ever wanna hit
Fishtailin’ out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
I told the dealer he can keep the talk ’cause I don’t want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up seein’ a dyin’ bitch
Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Show me that pussy cat ’cause El Gato got a cat wrist (Brr)
Shooter got that rocket on him, call him James Harden
We be straight ballin’, wet T-shirt contest
Top ball callers and the coupe color Sunkist (It’s Gucci)
I be going hard on ’em, I’m on that Lil Pump shit (Pump)
I don’t even know how my money got so retarded
Trap God, Gucci sandals on like I was Jesus
Bitch fine as Kim K and these are not Yeezy’s (It’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
This dope’ll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
The mall ain’t even open yet but Gucci made ’em open it
Dr. Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain’t even fine enough so I don’t ever wanna hit
Fishtailin’ out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
I told the dealer he can keep the talk ’cause I don’t want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up seein’ a dyin’ bitch
Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Wizzop, hah
Lil Baby

Logic ft. Gucci Mane – Icy + lyrics

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Logic is here with “Icy”, another track off his 2019 album, Confessions Of A Dangerous Mind. It features american rapper Gucci Mane.

Logic and Gucci Mane use “Icy” to flaunt their diamonds and other material possessions.

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Icy lyrics

[Intro: Logic]
I’m icy, I’m clean
I’m icy

[Chorus: Logic]
I’m icy (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m clean (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m a bad motherfucker (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m mean (I’m icy)
I’m icy (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m clean (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m a bad motherfucker (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m mean (I’m icy, I’m clean)

[Verse 1: Logic]
I had a plot as a kid to get rich
Hah, listen, lil’ bitch
Got the game in my hand like a Switch
It’s just me and my clique
Rap and get money, rap and get money
Said rap and get money, motherfucker
Ain’t this shit funny?
Don’t do it for money, don’t do it for money
But if it come down to the money
I got a lot
I got a lot, like a lot
More than I need
I got children to feed, I got places to be
I got bitches to fuck, let me see your ID
Nah, I’m just playin’, I’m playin’
You know that I’m playin’, don’t know what I’m sayin’, no
Know that we chillin’, we vibin’
We smokin’ and drinkin’, we gettin’ this money though
Follow me, follow me, follow me
All the way, all the way into my paradise
I’m so cold, I think I’m made of ice

[Chorus: Logic & Gucci Mane]
I’m icy (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m clean (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m a bad motherfucker (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m mean (I’m icy)
I’m icy (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m clean (I’m icy, I’m clean, it’s Gucci)
I’m a bad motherfucker (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m mean (I’m icy, I’m clean)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m a human glacier, wrist full of frozen water (Well, damn)
Comin’ live from the hood like a news reporter (6)
Bling bling, Mr. S-O-I-C-Y (Y)
All the hoes jockin’ Gucci Mane and I see why (Woah)
I stay fresh and clean clean like André 3-thou’ (Thou’)
I was a big boy since a kid, now the world found out (Huh?)
Mom named me Radric ’cause I’m radical (Yeah)
Teamed up with Logic, he threw me a lateral (Dope)
Big gold solitaires, that’s collateral (Bling)
She a Wop stan, she so fanatical (Mwah)
Fall out when they see me, they dramatical
She ain’t icy enough, we’re not compatible

[Chorus: Logic]
I’m icy (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m clean (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m a bad motherfucker (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m mean (I’m icy)
I’m icy (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m clean (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m a bad motherfucker (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m mean (I’m icy, I’m clean)

[Verse 3: Logic]
I’m icy, I’m icy, I’m so cold, I’m chilly
You know I got the C-notes like I’m Eilish, I’m Billie
That boy Logic flow so cold, loco, crazy, silly
You ever gon’ stop rappin’?
I’m thinkin’ no, no, not really, ayy
I be quick to put an ugly bitch in her place
‘Cause a beautiful woman is something to see
And she’s not defined by her face
Can’t fuck with no girl that be all on the ‘Gram
Tryna post while I’m eatin’ spaghetti
Damn, girl, can’t you be normal?
I’m famous as fuck, yeah, we get it already
But who give a shit about that
I am a good man, how ’bout that?
No way in hell I’m defined by the stat
Smokin’ that pack, let me get it back
Let me get up in it, let me hit it like that
If you wanna come and get it with the RattPack
Like ayy, I’ma be here forever and a day
I be at the Grammy party with Jay and Bey
Oh shit, yeah, that’s me
Sellin’ out NYC
That shit I can’t believe

[Chorus: Logic]
I’m icy (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m clean (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m a bad motherfucker (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m mean (I’m icy)
I’m icy (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m clean (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m a bad motherfucker (I’m icy, I’m clean)
I’m mean

Gucci Mane ft. Meek Mill – Backwards + lyrics

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Gucci Mane and Meek Mill collaborate on this track titled “Backwards”. On this track, they rap about some of the things they see on a regular basis now that they are successful rappers.

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Backwards lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Zaytoven
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci (Yeah)
Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the- (Wop)
Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci Guwop, oh, the Gucci (Wop)
(Hah, Gucci)


[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
God keep coverin’ me with drip, I think he tryna smother me (On God)
They stopped me at the border, had too many felonies
I’m splashin’, I ain’t even drippin’ (Splashin’)
Laughin’, I ain’t even trippin’ (Haha)
I’m crashin’, I ain’t even dissin’ (Crash)
Heard you drop some, I ain’t even listen
No one realer, triller, street gorilla
I pull up like Chauncey Billups
Nigga don’t gas me, I don’t need a fill up
Pick her up and make her suck my dick ’til she hiccup
Wop lookin’ slim like a bicycle rim
But he’s bank obese, and his pockets on chubby
He’ll play head coach just like Lovie
Thuggin’ in public, these hoes love it
I double and triple, quadruple your budget
Baseball money like David Justice (Money)
Whole load sold, I ain’t even touched it (It’s sold)
Own our own kush, damn the room so musty
Most of you rappers all style, no substance
Big ol’ rocks on, they disgustin’
Niggas talk but never touch me (Nah)
Broke haters can’t tell me nothin’

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Fuck ’em (Woo, woo, woo, who?)
Yeah, this that Meek Mill, Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
Y’all niggas swingin’ through F&Ns
They gon’ come right back to you like a boomerang (Brrr)
Louis and Saint Laurent drip (Drip)
Pimp on these bitches like Pootie Tang (Pimpin’)
He wanna be ’bout that bitch
But we all fuckin’ her, so he don’t know who to blame
She wanna check from me, uh (Check)
She gotta check for me, uh (Check)
Fuckin’ the two baddest bitches off Instagram, they on that ecstasy (Aw, hey)
Hey, diamonds like Voss, and I got the sauce, I mix up the recipe (Woah)
‘Fore all this rappin’ shit, I was a trapper, the plug gon’ invest in me (Woah)
Jumped out the porch, I got a Porsche
Too many hitters, they can’t extort
I take a mil’ to table, no fork
Then split it up with my dawg like divorce
They shot at us, it was by force
We shot at them, they went to court
I don’t wan’ be with these niggas no more
I can’t even be with these niggas no more
Shorty said she only fuck trappers (Trappers)
End up fuckin’ with a rapper (For real?)
Damn, bitch, how you goin’ backwards? (Damn)
Diamonds on froze like Alaska (Freezin’)
That ain’t even none of my bidness (Bidness)
Put your face down and your ass up (Back down)
I am preachin’ to you like the pastor
I’ma keep runnin’ these bands up (Yeah)

[Bridge: Gucci Mane & Meek Mill]
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
All these diamonds on me make me handsome
Shawty fuckin’ on me like a dancer

Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Went from a trapper to rapper
Damn, bitch, how you goin’ backwards?
 (Hah)

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Wow, I thought I was proud of you, but I take it back
You know what I’m saying?
Where your whips at? Where your titles at? Huh?
Where your shooters at?
Thought you had a plug, but you had a scrub
Damn

Gucci Mane ft. Justin Bieber – Love Thru The Computer + lyrics

Gucci Mane and American pop artist, Justin Beiber team up to release this track titled “Love Thru The Computer”.

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The track samples Zapp & Roger‘s 1986 classic hit “Computer Love,” and on the track, Gucci Mane raps about searching for his “Mrs. Perfect.”

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Love Thru The Computer Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
You know I’ve been searchin’ for someone
I’ve been lookin’, uh, for the perfect one
Who could share that special love with me
Mrs. Perfect
And your eyes have that glow
She had that glow though
Could it be your face I see on my computer screen
Could it be?
Uh, yeah
Go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I was in the jail thinking ’bout my problems
Like all the niggas, when I get out, I’ma rob ’em (Han)
Shit was hard, up and down, it was ’09 (Nine)
Lookin’ through this magazine, she was so fine
Pretty brown, black bitch with a draft pick
High, yellow thick chick with an accent (Yellow)
I told her, “I ain’t ever seen another cuter” (No)
Good brain, she don’t even need a tutor (Wow)
Fuck the shooter, I’ll shoot a nigga, shoot ’em (Bah bah)
Long money, I don’t even need a ruler (Wow)
Big dawg, I ain’t even been a poodle (Grr)
So much ice on my bitch, she need a cooler (Brr, brr)
And I just disturb the peace like Luda (Like Luda)
But drop it low like you be doin’ on that computer (Compu, compu)
You want a loan, get your love, I want computer love (Hah)
So drop it low and back it back like a computer does (Wow)

[Chorus: Justin Bieber & Gucci Mane]
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah, hey)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah)
Ooh, when we both logged on, I didn’t wanna turn off
That’s that computer love (Guwop)

[Verse 2: Justin Bieber & Gucci Mane]
Hit you up on the laptop (Laptop)
I told you meet me at the last spot, you went with me, fell in love
Didn’t take long for you to gain my trust, no
With all that I’ve been through, you make it simple
I never thought I would meet an angel
Until I met you (You), until I met you (Go)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I’ma put you on the rocks (Bling)
Nobody fuckin’ with the Wops (Brr)
Baby give me all that she got
Share it with me, we gon’ throw it all in the pot (Hot, hot)
This the type of love more than physical (Hot)
When a king get a queen, he invicible (Han)
Fought the system every level, it was critical (Ha)
Fuck the feds, state, civil, and municipals (Fuck ’em)
Even then, through computers I was kissin’ you (Mwah)
Remember through the computer, I would visit you (Me)
Daydreamin’ ’bout us fuckin’ in your living room (Uh)
Doin’ push ups ’cause I know you ’bout to visit soon (Grr)
I’m from the 6, I grew up in the worst trap (Zone)
I’m way too rich, babe, to fall for a thirst trap (Huh?)
Plus I know the grass ain’t greener on the other side (No)
‘Cause my house so big, I rarely see the other side (Wow)

[Chorus: Justin Bieber & Gucci Mane]
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah, hey)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah)
Ooh, when we both logged on, I didn’t wanna turn off
That’s that computer love (Yeah)

[Outro]
Computer love, computer love
Computer love, comp- love
Computerized, digital love
Computerized
A beautiful love