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Re-Up

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