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Make Love

Gucci Mane2017年10月13日

Make Love 歌詞

 

Make Love (Explicit) - Gucci Mane

Written by:Joshua Howard Luellen/Radric Davis/Onika Maraj

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 sh*t 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 ni**a 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 b**ch 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 b**ches is a bunch of nahs

Trying to win a gunfight with a bunch of knives

I win get off the bench and give a bunch of fives

 

I don't see her

B**ch I'm the greatest no Kendrick and no Sia

I'm the iPhone you the Nokia

Everybody know you jealous b**ch it's so clear

Tell them bum a** b**ches to play their role

She see my sexy a** 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 a** taste

Text her man like Dawg how that bum a** taste

Pay your rent and stay in your bum a** place

Oooohhh oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here

One platinum plaque album flopped b**ch where b**ch where

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

 

***歌詞來自第三方***