Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah Yeah

[Intro: Mane]
Aye, [?]
(Gucci)
Eskimo shit,
Genius, Wop
It's
Shoutout my Rozay
shit, nigga
What, nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah,

1: Gucci Mane]
Give 'em
Got lil baby the Chi, she be Chanel
[?] flow, I swear she rock them solid (brr brr)
she fuck with Z Money, he signed his self (Z Money, it's Guwop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh
They me Guwop, I got so much clientele (skr skr)
Fresh as hell, in Atlanta, I'm the mayor (EA)
I Pablo, he told me, Go get Mal and Quill (Blo, Mal)
'Cause we so (Quill, Wop)
Yeah, fuck 12, I'm a myself (brr brr)
Can't sign no snitch ass nigga, would hurt my rep (no)
Found out he pussy, told him keep the and dip

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Yung
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo
Real niggas only, y'all niggas, y'all some
Yeah, nigga, we froze, yeah, nigga, we (1017 shit)
Yeah, they didn't that we used to be poor
Yeah, designer, ooh, from my head to my toe
on your ho, go get the dough (go get it)
Then I go get me some mo' (I it)
to trap dope at the stove (I used to)
Ooh, whippin' the
Yeah, Dolce peacoat (dingy)
I'm ballin' like the coach (I'm ballin')
on these niggas, you just a lil roach (lil roach)
Yeah, nigga like Lil Boat (rich nigga)
Water on my the coast (water)
Look in my eyes and say don't approach (look at me, nigga)
the chickens on the pot like roasts (boom)
All my hundreds blue just like my (blue hundreds)
All my bitches bad, they do the (she bad)
I be poppin' tags to in the Ghost
Gotta watch swag, they takin' down notes
Swear bitches like the jewellery, make 'em

Gucci Mane & Yung Mal]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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[Verse 3: Yung
Iceberg,
I see you hang from here
Hatin' nigga (pussy), that chopper hit your ass from here
All these hoes on my dick I signed me a deal
sign to Big Wop if you want you a mil'
Bust down on my left wrist, I should've bought a (ice)
The pack just down, that's a football field
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hell
Pocket full of crip hundreds, need a wheelchair
We ain't had shit, we were waitin' on some
Now we up, bitch, we got racks tucked
Wifey made it, crystal clear, yeah
Got so much cash, this not fair
I fucked the once, but I ain't bought no hair
We can take a trip, fly on the [?]
Hop out the bitch and I'm in Moncler
Yeah, ride the stick on the front door
Yeah, 75 on my neck and I ain't done yet
Try to for my shit, wouldn't dare
Can't show no love to no nigga, wouldn't
All the goin' in and out one ear
broke, I don't care

[Chorus: Mane & Yung Mal]
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