Gucci Mane — Hi-Five: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

Hi-Five

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Трек «Hi-Five» вышел в 14 октября 2016 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Guwop Enterprises/Atlantic»)WOPTOBER

Информация о песне

АльбомWOPTOBER

Дата релиза14 октября 2016 г.

ЛейблGuwop Enterprises/Atlantic

LanguageEnglish

Мелодичность

Акустичность

Валанс

Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM71

ОБЗОР

СЛОВА

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

Gucci Mane

Вокал

МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

Kevin Gomringer

Kevin Gomringer

Автор песен

Leland Wayne

Автор песен

Radric Delantic Davis

Radric Delantic Davis

Автор песен

Tim Gomringer

Автор песен

ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

Metro Boomin

Продюсер

Sean Paine

Инженер звукозаписи

Слова

[Verse 1]

I put eight mil' in my crib to inspire you

When you're worth like twenty mil' the kids admire you

When your rap sheet look like mine, no one will hire you

But when you sign yourself like I did, they can't fire you

You want your club sold out then put me on a flyer

I'm on fire like Richard Pryor, my price getting higher

How you gonna take my title?

Driving a car without a title

I'm whipping through rush hour, Charlotte traffic in a Spyder

Slide up on your bitch like a race car driver

Dive off in that pussy like a deep sea diver

**** from my hood know me from cheap, cheap powder

But **** on your block say you's a real weak coward

[Verse 2]

High five, low five

I left them **** hanging, they get no five

Gucci Mane, they say that I got nine lives

Six Flags over Georgia, I got nine rides

High five, low five

I left them bitches hanging, they get no five

Gucci Mane, they say that I got nine lives

Come go to Gucci world 'cause I got nine rides

[Verse 3]

Fuck your jam of the week, I put grams on the street

So much money, gave Metro a hundred grand for the beat

So much ice around my bezel you can't see the Patek

I'm fully in Felice, with a freak, she petite

From the beach to the street, from the street to the suite

Put my bone in her mouth, told her bon appetite

I done sold so many keys they should deport me to Belize

'Cause I'm shining on these **** like a desert with no trees

From the hat on my head to the shoes on my feet

Every garment on my body, man, it comes from overseas

In them apartments I was raised, I sold like fifty thousand P's

You want Gucci on your song, that's at least a hundred G's

[Verse 4]

High five, low five

I left them **** hanging, they get no five

Gucci Mane, they say that I got nine lives

Six Flags over Georgia, I got nine rides

High five, low five

I left them bitches hanging, they get no five

Gucci Mane, they say that I got nine lives

Come go to Gucci world 'cause I got nine rides

Written by: Kevin Gomringer, Leland Wayne, Radric Delantic Davis, Tim Gomringer

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