Hot Stuff Lyrics Gucci Mane
The Hot Stuff lyrics by Gucci Mane are definitely perfect for the type of song that he made. The track was originally featured on the original “Gangsta Grillz The Movie” tape that he did with DJ Drama. A lot of people still regard this tape as what really took him to the next level in the mixtape circuit. Whatever your opinion, chances are good that you like this track. Check out the lyrics below and see if there were any lines that you didn’t interpret correctly or that you wanted to check over from “Hot Stuff.” Can you figure out who is singing on the chorus?
(Introduction)
It’s that trap shit trap shit trap shit trap shit
I need a trap girl trap girl trap girl trap girl
Lil mama so fast lil mama so fast slow down
Lil mama so jazzy lil mama so bad
[CHORUS]
She got that hot stuff she got that hot stuff
Baby you done growed up damn you done growed up
Baby girl you sho nuff sho nuff got that hot stuff
Baby come and get it cuz you know I got that hot stuff
Baby come and get it cuz you know that I growed up
Baby girl you growed up (I growed up) damn you done growed up (I growed up)
Baby girl you sho nuff sho nuff got that hot stuff
Watchin you watchin me jockin you as you jockin me
Seen me come up in the hood then you was too young for me
Younger than me six years so that makes her 22, 22 or 28 ain’t seen her since 93
93 thousand dollar old school just for her to see
Let ya hair down, hit then leave this might crank up the beat
Graduated lookin good said she went to Georgia State I play for so icey baby ballin like the NBA Pretty in the face small in the waist real fly head and her purse game crazy nails stay done
Credit A1 never been married and she never had a baby
Yo old lady my old lady yo old lady my lady yo lady
Set real precious sex in the city sex in the city it’ll get you that minute
[Chorus]
Last time I seen you were a itty baby
Now you got some pretty titties
Seen you workin at Magic City
That means on my donk in the 6 playin get silly get silly get silly
Ruger cocky oh really fuck fidget nigga fidget midget come from my britches
Gucci get it yeah really he is so big willy shawty got that hot mouth but she need to fuck with me Fuck with me fuck with me pussy niggas stuck with me
Buck 50 blue Bentley Bentley brightly 160
Bose cost me 960 blue Beemer 760
I get it I get it you don’t fuck with me
Suck dealin deal dope bitch you a little kitty
[Chorus]
Bricks Lyrics Gucci Mane, Yo Gotti, Yung Ralph
Arguably one of the most popular songs ever by Gucci Mane is “Bricks.” The Bricks lyrics by Gucci Mane are fairly easy to find if you do a search. Although they may not be quite as close to perfect as the ones below, you can probably still get a good idea of what was said in this track. As you should already know, the original version features the southern rapper Yo Gotti and Yung Ralph (Big Cat Records). The song is hot, so take a listen and follow along with the set of lyrics if you aren’t very familiar with the song.
(Yo Gotti Intro)
It’s ya boy Yo Gotti
Chea
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat nigga
And it’s a street nigga holiday
My Nigga DJ Holiday
Chea
(Gucci Mane chorus)
Bricks
All white bricks
Off white bricks
Light tan bricks
Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks
Ballin like a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks 36 zips
That’s a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yeah that make sense
Yeah I make hits
But I still take bricks
(Gucci Mane first verse)
So icy CEO, I’m a fool with the snow
They think I’m puttin VVS jewels in the coke
My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold 20
And after this flip I’m quittin the trap cold turkey (syke)
The pack in and I’m workin
Drought season in, charged ya ass a whole 30
But right now you can get it for a low number
The fish scale white, same color my hummer
Zone 6 polar bears never see summer
It’s winter all year cuz the birds fly under
95′ Air Max cuz I’m a dope runner
I’m ballin’ like an athlete but got no jumper It’s
[CHORUS]
(Yung Ralph Second Verse)
I’m like a waitress in the trap I got somethin’ to serve
That’s 16 bars, same price for a bird
What you need a bird?
Or a couple pounds?
I’m on Cleveland Ave, you know my side of town
So many bricks I can build my own apartment
Ya better a check, when ya come in my department
Yes I break em down
And I sell em whole, Try me watch ya whole crew fall like some dominoes
I got a trap house
And a trap car
100,000 off a cap, that’s a trap star
All this smoke got me feelin real nauseous
Ridin with them bricks got me feelin real cautious
[CHORUS]
(Yo Gotti Third Verse)
Tony Montana, All I have in this world
Is my 100 round chopper and my white girl
Oil base bricks, Shit hard to cook
Call the plug back, Tell him he got took
Know what that mean? The shit free
That mean none for him, And more for me
I took somethin, I’m gutta bitch
Don’t trust me dog, this that North Memphis shit
Old school, New Porsche
Couple choppas just in case they wanna go to war bricks
A.K.A. my best friend
28 inch rims call em grown men
Dope stepped on, Call it step child
I got that Slim Shady, We call it 8 Mile
I’m from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown
Gotti Street, and nigga that’s my brick house
[CHORUS]
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