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Gucci Mane - Wop Longway Takeoff feat. Peewee Longway & Takeoff [Official Audio]
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
Peewee Longway
Peewee Longway
Vocals
Takeoff
Takeoff
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Turner Jr.
Bobby Turner Jr.
Songwriter
Kirshnik Khari Ball
Kirshnik Khari Ball
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
CARLTON D MAYS JR.
CARLTON D MAYS JR.
Songwriter
Quincy Lamont Williams
Quincy Lamont Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Bobby Kritical
Bobby Kritical
Producer
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer

Letras

Honorable C.N.O.T.E Yeah It's Gucci (Droptop Wizzop, Bobby Kritical) Huh (Deuce) 1-0-1-7, yeah (1-0-1-7) They said money make me arrogant, I said it make me show off (money) Back when my dough was low, man, it make me kick your door off Not really a rapper, man, this shit just is a throw off (no) Pistol whipped him so bad that his ear damn near tore off (huh?) Bring my pot, yeah, cook that shit in your house (your house) Stash house in the suburb, it ain't even got no couch (huh?) I ain't bring no condom 'cause I'm only gon' fuck your mouth Gucci Mane, I'm so South Penthouse from the poorhouse (6) Colder than an ice house, paid killers at my house (burr) I got mega millions, still ain't got more cash than my spouse (shh) Yeah, my bitch a brick house (yeah) Yeah, I ran a brick house (ah) Arthur Blank, I run Atlanta, I might take a Vick out She so thick, I dropped the racks, then I pulled my dick out Extendo with the dick out and she like how it stick out (mwah) She asked 'bout the Wi-Fi and Gucci brought a brick out Heard them niggas hatin', so we gon' bring them sticks out (Wop) 448, this the 'bow house Used to be the pour house, young nigga throwed off Stick hit your top like Adolf Gotta keep your Wi-Fi, hit 'em with the hotspot Cook a 36 in a crockpot 7.62 make his shirt tie-dye And I keep the spinach, no Popeye That's your main bitch? Nah, she a thot thot Red dot on your head, that's a hotspot We gon' start stepping 'til we Fox 5 Pull up on 'em with the stick and make 'em pop out Made a hundred thou' cash when I dropped out Dropped a ticket, made the NBA lock out Sendin' spinach 'bout our business, all Popeye Fox 5, leave you like caca Don't bring it off the stove 'til the fire hot They said money make me arrogant, I said it make me show off Back when my dough was low, man, it make me kick your door off Not really a rapper, man, this shit just is a throw off Not really a rapper, man, this shit just is a throw off
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Carlton Davis Jr Mays, Bobby Jr Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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