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- Gucci Mane Make Love 歌詞
- Nicki Minaj Gucci Mane
- Uh Gucci
Wanna make love love love
King of the skreets
And when these suckas see me they should bow to my feet
And kiss the ground underneath
I look down at the beef
That shit childish to me
Two hundred thousand to see me
And it's been sold out for weeks
Can't brush shoulders with me
These stones in my choker are 2 karats apiece
Look like boulders to me
Damn who colder than me
You think he colder than me
You more bipolar than me
You talkin' crazy
I'm tryna book Beyoncé for my wedding day
I'm the type of nigga spend a million on a wedding cake
Niggas hate but hesitate
They hate to see ya elevate
I just left out the gym
I'm ' bout to take a swim and meditate
Woo
Now it's time to celebrate
Ask me why I'm smilin'
I say 'cause I make two mil' a day
And I might take your bitch and pay her bills
That's how I feel today
And I just wanna f**k
Don't wanna chill that's how I feel today
I'm makin' money like I 'm makin' sweet love
I wanna make love love love
She say the money make her wanna make love
Wanna make love love love huh
Ay yo ain't talkin' housewives but I' m in the Porsche
First I'ma scorch her then I'ma torch her
Then I'ma torture her then I'ma off her
A million dollars for a show they made their off-er
Go against Nicki it's gon' cost ya
'Cause now it's f**k ya intercourse ya
I rep Queens where they listen to a bunch of Nas
I'm a yes and these bitches is a bunch of nahs
Tryin' to win a gunfight with a bunch of knives
I win get off the bench and givea bunch of fives
I don't see her
Bitch I'm the greatest no Kendrick and no Sia
I'm the iPhone you the Nokia
Everybody know you jealous bitch it's so clear
Tell them bum ass bitches to play their role
She see my sexy ass every time she scroll
I got it in the can Dole
Your career gon' be with Anna Nicole
Witcha dumbass face
She ain't eatin' but I swear she got some bum ass taste
Text her man like Dawg how that bum ass taste
Pay your rent and stay in your bum ass place
Oooohhh oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here
One platinum plaque album flopped bitch where bitch here
Hahaha ahhhhh
I took two bars off just to laugh
You see silly rabbit to be the queen of rap
You gotta sell records you gotta get plaques
S plural like the S on my chest
Now sit your dumbass down
You got an F on your test
I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love
I wanna make love love love
She say the money make her wanna make love
Wanna make love love love huh
I love to see the money stack up
Hope that we don't ever ever break up up
Wanna make love love love
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