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Love
Just know that I’ll ever be here
I’ll be with you, love
It’s not alright and I’ll never get that back now
I’m not…it doesn’t sound so good

I love to see you shine in the night like the diamond you are
(I love to see you shine in the night like the diamond you are)
I’m on the other side, it’s alright, just hold me in the dark
(I’m on the other side, it’s alright, just hold me in the dark)
No one’s got your number, what we do, hit me up when you’re gone
(No one’s got your number what we do, hit me up when you’re gone)
‘Cause all the counter space
Are we made when you name that you choose

Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better
Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better, no, no
We don’t got to hide, this is what you like, I gotta make
Nothing feels better than this

You say we’re just friends but I swear when nobody’s around
(You say we’re just friends but I swear when nobody’s around)
You keep an arm around your neck, to connect, are you feeling it now?
(You keep an arm around your neck, to connect, are you feeling it now?)
‘Cause I am
I’m just a hide under the nest but it got me feel my feel lift the crown
Oh, yeah
You battle against the world, this is all you’ve been talking about
And my answer is

Nothing feels better
Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better
Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better, no
We don’t got to hide, this is what you like, I gotta make
Nothing feels better than this

No left, right left, like
Take it back to you’re side to side
Like than I hate
No left, right left, like
Take it back to you’re side to side
Like

Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better
Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better, no
We don’t got to hide, this is what you like, I gotta make
Nothing feels better than this

Nothing feels better than this

[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m ? quick?
I’m tryna knock numbers like Tedd Turner
No super station, but I’m Gucci Mane, they super hating
Traid ? we ever traid, they coppying and duplecating
Coppywrite, cause ? fight
How I write it, they could never resite it, cause they never see it
Doing all that screaming on the mic don’t mean they really mean it
Elll you the truth, I leave the buth, I’m selling Yay
? so hard, I got ? 2 times a day
30 days, I just got out, and I surve 30 Js
Before I blaze, gotta have a blunt to ?
? the cheese, Imma find a way
It’s like I’m searching for a neadal in a stack of hey
The streets relate to these actual facts I’m kicking
I’m going hard, like that crack we cook in the kitchen
And every nigga I roll with a thug nigga
And every nigga in my clique sellin drugs nigga
[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 2: Peter Man]
I seen the ? bruh
Baddest like hoes? bruh
That shit for show bruh
Hold it, hold it, but ? bruh
? they talking bout some code, bruh
Never nothing too much for me, I got ?
They ain’t like it, I ain’t like it, but still I showed up
I done been broke, and I done broke them up
? money, niggas talking bout?
And I’m a slick nigga, ?
Nigga, tell you the truth, youa’ll be actin like yo making it up
You niggas scared, bruh
Think Imma reach inside my coat, and make m lay on the table

[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
? fresh as hell, nigga pain, I bring it
Dope slanging, keep that shit in my anus
There go 12, so I go, ?
Missed the kid ? saying get away from my stove
Fuck that ? motherfucker, I got too much blow
I gotta get off every ? what I perchised it for
I need a bag full of money, countin 50s and hundreds
I’m in this hallway, ? tryna get to this money
You think I’m funny, I ain’t laughing ? my Chetter?
Making dope transactions in the middle of traffic
I got a ? spinning 50, every goddamb hour
Making glass out of powder, I might sell you some flower
[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I need a bitch that can pull me a bitch
Or turn a trick, or better yet, turn me on to a lick
I hope to know she a ho, who, who ain’t scared of this shit
I hope to know without a pimp, she a regular bitch
I give her gang for every situation, have her infatuated
I got the gift of gab, and the conversation who’s the nation
I need a couple more to expect Gucci’s operation
The one Matroppa Rapper, pimpin is my ocupation
So stop all that hezatation, all that procrastonation
Cooperation leads to indulging and fornacation
So Fruit, you say you love me, but bitch, I love the loot
I coppin blow, I’m in persute of a new prostitute

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse2: Fruity]
What you know about a ass shaking, money making nigga
Break a bitch, on some pimp shit, call me a pimp bitch
A surtified man, ? these hoes?
Tell him bring my money back, sure my shits in tackt, bitch
I say these bitches dreams, tell these hoes they on my team
A ? lookin ho, just done with ? skeem
Let me tell all you niggas a lil something bout me
I’m well trained, I’m off the chain, nigga, I ain’t ?

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 3: Fruty]
Some bitches talk the talk, but I be walking the walk
My nigga Gucci round M up, and I make sure they trick off
Dolo might, but I will, fuck you ? the ticket, pay yo meal
Some bitches need X, but my pussy be red and wet
Got so much game, guess you can say I’m a poetic pimp
VIP type bitch, I strut, fuck a limp
Niggas eyes be romen, when they see me pass
They wanna grab on this ass, I’m straight dropping for cash
? place a pillo under my knees?
Sippin and slerppin and spit
Hit a split and and slow ride yo dick, when I’m turnin tricks
All for the love of the straight drop clique
My nigga, all for the love of the straight drop clique

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Intro: Future]
Freebandz
6LACK, yeah

[Verse 1: 6LACK & Future]
Curiosity been at a all-time high in the tree tops
I remix your life like cut cocaine and it’s all rewrap
Ain’t been wanting much lately, no, ’cause you’re my detox
Repeat, run it back, one more time, till we hit the sweet spot
Better if we might love like we always knew each other (yeah)
You’ll be searching far and wide but you wouldn’t want another
Doesn’t make him happy
If so that’s what I’m on
I’ll be at it till your troubles are gone
This a East Atlanta Love Letter
Who gon’ love better? Nobody
Because I say so, and my words hit like a draco
Oh, oh
And so he sailing a love letter
Who gon’ love better? Nobody
Because I say so, and my words hit like a draco

[Break: Future]
Curi-osi-ty

[Verse 2: Future]
Curiosity’s been a whole time, in tree tops (at tree tops)
I remix your love like cut cocaine, it’s all rewrap (just like rewrap)
Ain’t been wanting much lately, no, cause you my detox (cause you my detox, ay)
If we, run it back, one more time, till we hit the sweet spot
But if we may love like we always knew each other (But if we may love like we always knew each other)
You be searching far and wide but you wanted one another
Does it make you happy (Does it make you happy)
If so this what I’m on (If so this what I’m on, hey)
This a East Atlanta Love Letter
Who gon’ love better? Nobody
Because I say so, and my words hit like a draco
Coming from the bottom of the mud
Concrete feel double blunt
Stand clear, no P-coat
Big pimp now at home
Piss poor head to toe
.44, let it go
Paddock, paddock, icicle
Pink diamonds, what’s up
This is a zone 6 stick up
Come through, everything get hit up

[Outro: 6LACK]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who gon’ love better?
Who gon’ love better? Nobody
Because I say so, and my words hit
East side
East side

[Intro]
Ay
Are you?

[Verse 1]
Are you tryna get back at me?
You can’t let ’em win, all they really wanna do is distract me
She like, “Who you fooling? You been out here tryna make a move, ay”
She like, “Boy, it’s a tool, wait. Groupies only following what you say”
It’s a shame cause they all know who I am (who I am)
Overlooked, now they think they understand (understand)
Got a Benz that’ll put ’em in a trans (in a trans)
I can’t let my baby sleep up on my hands, damn

[Chorus]
Yeah
If I let her go (woah)
Will I regret it? Will I forget it?
Well, it’s something I don’t know (woah)
It’s something I don’t (something I don’t, uh)
If I let her go (woah)
Will I regret it? Will I forget it?
Well, it’s something I don’t know (woah)
It’s something I don’t know

[Verse 2]
You know, you the main attraction (ah, ah, ah)
I can’t hear nobody else for the love, I need you for direction
And she like, “Who you trying? I ain’t the only one that you been eyeing”
I’m like, “Woah [?] two sights” (woah, fine)
It’s a shame, how could I be running game (running game)
At the all the trials after everything (everything)
Wedding ring, I can change your last name (last name)
But I can’t let ’em take my baby outta pain, aye

[Chorus]
Yeah
If I let her go (woah)
Will I regret it? Will I forget it?
Well, it’s something I don’t know (woah)
It’s something I don’t (something I don’t, uh)
If I let her go (woah)
Will I regret it? Will I forget it?
Well, it’s something I don’t know (-thing I don’t know, -thing I don’t know)
It’s something I don’t know (something I don’t know)
(Let her
Let her go, let her go, let her go, let her go, let her go, let her go, let her go, let her go
Yeah, yeah, go)

[Outro]
People will get me like I’m crazy
I just think it’s a distraction, you know, like
Niggas ain’t shit, and this is way [?] been
Being personally I can’t, I can’t afford distraction
Uhm, so, that’s what I though like niggas are