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like Lovett\nThuggin' in public, these hoes love it\nI double and triple, quadruple your budget\nBaseball money like David Justice\nWhole load sold, I ain't even touched it\nOn that orange kush, damn, the room so musty\nMost of you rappers all style, no substance\nBig ol' rock on, they disgust me\nNiggas talk but never touch me\nBroke haters can't tell me nothin'\n(Fuck 'em)\nYeah, this that Meek Mill 'n' Gucci Mane\nYoung nigga swim through evidence\nThen can come right back through, like a boomerang\nLouis and Saint Laurent drip, ooh\nPimp on these bitches like Pootie Tang\nHe wanna be by that bitch but we all fuckin' her\nSo he don't know who to blame\nShe want a check from me, huh\nShe gotta check for me, huh\nFuckin' the two baddest bitches on Instagram\nThey on the ecstasy, hey\nDiamonds like faucet, I got the sauce\nI mix up the recipe\nBefore all this rappin' shit, I was a trapper\nThe block gon' invest in me\nWoah, jumped off the porch\nI got a Porsche, too many hitters\nThey can extort, I take that mill' to the table, no fork\nThen split it up with my dawgs like divorce\nThey shot at us, it was by force\nWe shot at them, they went to court\nI don't wan' be with these niggas no more\nI cannot be with these niggas no more\nShorty says she only fuck trappers\nEnded up fuckin' with a rapper\nDamn, bitch, how you go on backwards?\nDiamonds all froze like Alaska\nThat ain't even none of my business\nPut your face down and your ass up\nI ain't preachin' to you like the pastor\nI'ma keep runnin' these bands up, yeah\nBands up, bands up, bands up, bands up\nBands up, bands up, bands up\nAll these diamonds on me make me handsome\nShorty fuckin' on me like a dancer\nBands up, bands up, bands up, bands up\nBands up, bands up, bands up, bands up\nWent from a trapper to a rapper\nDamn, bitch, how you go on backwards?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Audemar\n  artist: Gucci Mane\n  album: East Side Piru\n  duration_ms: 175000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Zaytoven) Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane\n  Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucc' (Gucc') (Yeah)\n  Wizop there, Wizop there, Wizop there\n  Wizop there, Wizop there (Guwop)\n  Gucci there, Gucci there, Gucci there\n  Gucci, Guwop, oh that Gucc' (Gucc') (Guwop)\n  (It's Gucci)\n  God keep coverin' me with drip, I think He tryna smother me\n  They stopped me at the border, had too many felonies\n  I'm splashin', I ain't even drippin'\n  Laughin', I ain't even trippin'\n  I'm crashin', I ain't even dissin'\n  Heard he dropped somethin', I ain't even listen\n  No one realer, triller, street gorilla\n  I pull up like Chauncey Billups\n  Nigga, don't gas me, I don't need a fill-up\n  Took her off and make her suck my dick till she hiccup\n  Wild nigga slim like a bicycle rim\n  But his bank obese and the pockets on chubby\n  Hit up like head-cold just like Lovett\n  Thuggin' in public, these hoes love it\n  I double and triple, quadruple your budget\n  Baseball money like David Justice\n  Whole load sold, I ain't even touched it\n  On that orange kush, damn, the room so musty\n  Most of you rappers all style, no substance\n  Big ol' rock on, they disgust me\n  Niggas talk but never touch me\n  Broke haters can't tell me nothin'\n  (Fuck 'em)\n  Yeah, this that Meek Mill 'n' Gucci Mane\n  Young nigga swim through evidence\n  Then can come right back through, like a boomerang\n  Louis and Saint Laurent drip, ooh\n  Pimp on these bitches like Pootie Tang\n  He wanna be by that bitch but we all fuckin' her\n  So he don't know who to blame\n  She want a check from me, huh\n  She gotta check for me, huh\n  Fuckin' the two baddest bitches on Instagram\n  They on the ecstasy, hey\n  Diamonds like faucet, I got the sauce\n  I mix up the recipe\n  Before all this rappin' shit, I was a trapper\n  The block gon' invest in me\n  Woah, jumped off the porch\n  I got a Porsche, too many hitters\n  They can extort, I take that mill' to the table, no fork\n  Then split it up with my dawgs like divorce\n  They shot at us, it was by force\n  We shot at them, they went to court\n  I don't wan' be with these niggas no more\n  I cannot be with these niggas no more\n  Shorty says she only fuck trappers\n  Ended up fuckin' with a rapper\n  Damn, bitch, how you go on backwards?\n  Diamonds all froze like Alaska\n  That ain't even none of my business\n  Put your face down and your ass up\n  I ain't preachin' to you like the pastor\n  I'ma keep runnin' these bands up, yeah\n  Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up\n  Bands up, bands up, bands up\n  All these diamonds on me make me handsome\n  Shorty fuckin' on me like a dancer\n  Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up\n  Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up\n  Went from a trapper to a rapper\n  Damn, bitch, how you go on backwards?\n"},{"id":28987093,"name":"Audemar (Feat. 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