Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mvp, artist - Gucci Mane.
Date of issue: 03.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mvp |
MVP, LeBron James |
Burn in peace, cocaine |
Ey, ey, out of my parkay |
Gonna hunt down the parlay |
It’s ok, he ain’t nothing but some he say |
Ey, it’s ok, ain’t nothing but some she say |
Got it to the red track |
The bank can’t bully back |
Dj Holiday, warrup my nigga |
Shawty, we’re turned up in here |
Bazoon 1 to 6 nigga |
Show some nigga a little jay |
You smoking titanic |
My nigga spy man |
MVP, LeBron James |
Burn in peace, cocaine |
Ey, ey, out of my parkey |
Gonna hunt down in the parkway |
It’s ok, he ain’t nothing but some he say |
Ey, it’s ok, ain’t nothing but some she say |
They say I’m dead, show me the gravestone |
West side bank it, half a boy home |
And we born lo, we can get it nigga |
Honey round, but now I’m for mocking nigga |
Saw some nice work, got the game fucked up |
Fake ass rappers tryin' to live like us |
Dough boy loving all that fake azure |
Y’all some twitter gangsters, facebook bullies |
MDC, they my young nigga |
Nigga tried to hate, but we back nigga |
And everything cossa, (cossa) |
Cossa Nostra |
MVP, LeBron James |
Burn in peace, cocaine |
Ey, ey, out of my parkey |
Gonna hunt down in the parkway |
It’s ok, he ain’t nothing but some he say |
Ey, it’s ok, ain’t nothing but some she say |
Nigga holding us on me, but it’s ok |
I make a hundred bills a week |
Yeah it’s all fame |
Right at the other week, in the monument |
Night temple at the biss, nigga home play |
Dry hair, pull up on they make up dry they hair |
Cut your bitch check the wrist, make her trap her head |
Get that rick flatter, better yet dust the rose |
They tried to talk the talk on me, but it’s ok |
Bitch we’re the hottest in the street, that what the street say |
The bitch mad say we’re cheap, fuck what she said |
Them nigga mad 'cause of we, but it’s ok |
MVP, LeBron James |
Burn in peace, cocaine |
Ey, ey, out of my parkey |
Gonna hunt down in the parkway |
It’s ok, he ain’t nothing but some he say |
Ey, it’s ok, ain’t nothing but some she say |
He say, she say, we said |
Gucci Mane A Weed Head |
So many bitches in my room I think I need like 3 beds |
He eat it, I beat it, found out she cheated, he heated |
He text me, wanna question me 'bout a bitch I deleted |
And she put keep on and keep on, you took her all out your people |
I feed 'em I lease a refund, you look you love her and call her |
I be the fucker and leave 'em, you tellin' her that you love her |
You let that bitch meet your mother, don’t play yourself like a sucker |
Remember my homie balla, brothers from different mothers |
He said, she said that you said that you all like a couple |
She got him in the costal, and other nigga and talker |
Can’t hustle the hustle her 'cause I’m bushing her while you coughing |
MVP, LeBron James |
Burn in peace, cocaine |
Ey, ey, out of my parkey |
Gonna hunt down in the parkway |
It’s ok, he ain’t nothing but some he say |
Ey, it’s ok, ain’t nothing but some she say |