| Yeah, that boy Gucci
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| Got my nigga block in this bitch
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| East Atlanta’s finest
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| E.C.T South!
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| (Chorus: Gucci Mane)
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| Early in the morning Nigga Imma be up
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| Imma be up, Imma be up;
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| Call Block or Gucci Mane when it’s time to re-up
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| It’s time to re-up It’s time to re-up;
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| 7:30 in the morning, Nigga we gon' be up
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| We gon' be up, we gon' be up;
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| Call Block or Gucci Mane when it’s time to re-up
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| It’s time to re-up, it’s time to re-up;
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| (Verse 1: Yatta Mann)
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| Boys what it do?
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| Nigga getcha g’s up
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| Dope man bitch!
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| Call me Mr. Re-Up
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| The kitchen smells like fish, the fish scale dog
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| 1000 Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow!
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| .45 Mac
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| Rubber band stacks
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| Spent a ½ a mill wit Papi watch how fast I get it back
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| The dope boys love me
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| Taught’em how to cook
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| You whip it real hard, cold water, let it drop
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| The dope man bitch!
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| Sold bricks, sold rocks
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| 100 thousand dollars, fell like I shot a cop
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| The dope man bitch!
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| Sold grams, sold white
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| Cook the work 10 minutes
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| Fiends gave me 5 pipes
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| New York nigga’s love how I work that turn pipe
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| Got Micheal Jackson yay
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| Powder 10, but it cook white
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| I don’t get nervous when I ride them highways
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| Dope man bitch!
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| Everyday is my birthday!
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| (Verse 2: Gucci Mane)
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| I got the city on lock!
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| Have you ever seen a ¼ million dollars in a Nike shoe box?
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| I can show you how to trap!
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| 100 grand worth of cap
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| And I pray that my phone ain’t tapped!
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| Nigga buy for the smell of it
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| Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on spree’s for the hell of it
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| 7 on the dot!
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| Got some cain and its jumping out the pot!
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| I’m in the game so I give it all I got
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| To a million dollar spot
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| I got a rainbow Range same color as lean
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| Wit the matching rims on it, man that bitch so clean
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| Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a fruity Chevelle
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| If I drop the top back, bubble kush you gon' smell
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| Every flip I cop another whip
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| Every trap I cop another chain
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| Every play I cop another tool
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| What these nigga’s know bout Gucci Mane?
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| Notta damn thang!
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| I’m icy, something like a polar bear
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| When your girl give me brain better hold her hair
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| 100 Grand in the bag just to make you stare
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| Re-up wit the man
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| Gucci Mane Lil’Flap
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| (Verse 3: Gucci Mane)
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| Go with our rental cars
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| Used to serve hard to Mountain Park;
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| Now I stand behind the burglar bars
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| Say Lil’Breeze best smoke ya gars;
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| I’m the hustler of the century
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| When you think of money mention me
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| I said my buddy get it to the key
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| From Arkansas to Tennessee
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| Every Brick, Pill. |
| And every «P»
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| Some how it doesn’t come from me
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| I’m on T. V gettin interviewed
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| Still got them thangs in the intertubes
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| 8 grand for the good purp
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| A t-shirt, under my t-shirt
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| Aye lock it up, that’s a bad word
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| You had to whip it till your wrist hurt
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| You shoulda holler’d at Gucci or Block
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| Got’chu a dime to a ½ a block
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| I’m knocked diamonds and I never stop
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| Disturbing cocaine; |
| duckin cops |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rolly Up, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song Trap God Revalations, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп