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GUCCI MANE FT. YUNG FRESH & CHIEF KEEF lyrics : "Bring Them Things"

[Intro]
Aye, yeah, boy!
Aye, yeah!

Aye, yeah, boy!
Aye, yeah!


[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
How I'm goin' crazy, crazy? (*##$, I get it
These (*##$es poppin' mollies like the hippies in the sixties

Bring your $$# to East Atlanta, I don't do deliveries
I'm chargin' like I'm Tony Montana, the homes ain't killin' no children
Top of Savannah with blue New Balances

and bricks all under the building
Homegirl said I'm the man gettin' money,
But I ain't seen a ^!$$%, I missed it

New Lambo and I'm sittin' real low, slidin' around without my ceiling
Used to be my hoe, you can have that hoe
My ^!$$%, I ain't got no feelings

'Fore I started rappin' Gucci Mane was sellin' dope
Her brother wanna meet me but I'm still sayin' ?no?
Call my phone again, I'mma have to tell him ?go?

Two-hundred squares, a hundred pairs, what's your price? Low?

[Hook: Yung Fresh]

Bring them things in ? bring them things in
When you come in, make sure you have them dividends
Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds so I can easily count it

Man, I'm goin' hard, summertime, dude forge a mountain
How you doin'? I'm goin' stupid, goin' dumb, (*##$
I'm a Zone 3, ^!$$%, you know I'm on that slum %#@!

And my ^!$$% from that Six, and he jugglin' all them bricks
And he $#&@in' with your French, and they know the streets is back


[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Johnny Dame on my wrist, cost 'bout a couple bricks
Got Vellanos on my whips, Forgiatos on my whips

Got the 40 on my hip, with 'bout 50 in the clip
Hit the kitchen, hit the strip ? grab some pounds and some zips
If the block sellin' here, hit your block, let it rip

Give me top in that Six, (*##$, my watch very clear
And my pockets very fat, and I stay spendin' racks
Spend them stacks, get it back, twelve chickens in the back

'Migos meet me in the front, (*##$, this ain't what I want
Try to play me like a punk, my ^!$$%s'll leave you slumped
'Migos meet me in the front, (*##$, this ain't what I want

Try to play me like a punk, my ^!$$%s'll leave you slumped

[Hook: Yung Fresh]


[Verse 3: Yung Fresh]
Juugin' off them millions, on the table, hit the city

Man, we got cameras in the front, receivin', backin' in
When you come in, make sure you have them hundreds, then?
We count dividends, only conversatin' if you spend

Super-charged, straight A, charge it, see it on them rims
Hit you $#&@in' head in, you been a real ^!$$% when
If you wanna buy ten, come and buy thirty-six

Charge 'em thiry-two nicks, that's a five for the dry
Benz top circumcised and you know the body wide
Glock 9 on my thigh, hidden right between, I?

Young, fly street ^!$$%, (*##$, I'm from New Jack City
Have a temper around women, if you want it, come get it (fresh)


[Hook: Yung Fresh]

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