| Brrrr, Metro
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| Wop, hah
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| It’s big Gucci, catch up
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| Metro, Wizzop
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| If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon shoot you
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| I put eight mill in my crib to inspire ya
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| When you worth like twenty mill, the kids admire ya
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| When your rap sheet look like mine, no one will hire ya
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| But when you sign yourself like I did, they can’t fire ya
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| You want your club so loud then put me on the flier (it's Gucci)
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| I’m on fire like Richard Pryor, my price gettin' higher
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| How you gon' take my title, drivin' a car without a title?
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| I’m whippin' through rush hour Charlotte traffic in a Spyder
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| Slide up on ya bitch like a race car driver
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| Dive off in that pussy like a deep sea diver
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| Niggas from my hood know me from cheap, cheap powder
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| But niggas on your block say you’se a real weak coward
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| High five, low five
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| I left them niggas hangin', they get no five
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| Gucci Mane, they say that I got nine lives
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| Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides
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| High five, low five
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| I left them bitches hangin', they get no five
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| Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
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| Come go to Gucci World, cause I got nine rides
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| Fuck yo jam of the week, I put grams on the street
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| So much money, gave metro a hundred grand for the beat (Metro)
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| So much ice around my bezel you can’t see, the Patek
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| I’m Felipe, in Felipe’s, with a freak, she petite
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| From the beach, to the skreet, from the skreet, to the suite
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| Put my bone in her mouth, told her bon appétit
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| I done sold so many keys they should deport me to Belize
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| Cause I’m shining on these niggas like a desert with no trees
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| From the hat on my head to the shoes on my feet
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| Every garment on my body, man, it come from overseas
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| In them 'partments I was raised I sold like 50, 000 P’s
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| You want Gucci on your song, that’s at least a hundred G’s
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| Wop
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| High five, low five
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| I left them niggas hangin' they get no five
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| Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
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| Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides
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| High five, low five
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| I left them bitches hangin', they get no five
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| Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
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| Come go to Gucci World cause I got nine rides |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hi-Five , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album WOPTOBER, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп