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Song title: Gucci Mane - Me

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(Intro)
Me
I got my own back
I’m the CEO CFO
Accountant manager
And superior

(Bridge)
Who the only one you trust? (Me)
CEO, so who I’m signed to? (Me)
When I got beef man who I run to? (Me)
She live wit you but why she ridin with (me)?
Bags of kush, who my weed man? (Me)
Get T’s, BT’s, man who my lean man? (Me)
Somewhere jury I got a million on (Me)
Versace diamonds these hoes keep kissin on (Me)

(Verse)
Yellow diamond dripped in piss and say I rap explicit
In the kitchen whippin, doing additions, I’m my own assistant
I have a lick so low cuffed on myself that I took me the lean
If you ain’t getting no money with me then what you doin with me?

(Hook)
Me, me
I only think of me
Hoes say that I’m conceded ‘cause it ain’t no we
I book the club and do the show, chop up the bag with me
I cop the dope then front the dope, then me come shop with me
On the TV watchin me
In a Bentley listen to me
I’m my own stylist, I’m dressing me
I’m on go, no soon for lean
I’m so turned up, just me
You hatin on me and I’m hatin on you
Watchin you, watchin me
Is she cheatin on you? is she cheatin on me?

(Verse)
Neh give me give me lean
Yea the bitch think it’s in it
Fuckin then suckin me
Put it on a bitch when the game on me
As she put the thing on me, why you put the blame on me?
It’s a shame on me
And that credit card on E, car on E
So you should put a mouth on me
Put it on freeze as a meat disease
Now if I make it, you’ll do it for me?
Shoppin for you like I’m shoppin for me
But I’m trappin for you, but I’m trappin for me
Boss if a nigga, boy what the fuck mean?
Struggle for you but she cuddle for me
Boss of my labor, I’m rappin for me
And where would I be if it wasn’t for me
Tony Montana, she wasn’t for me
Wasn’t for you and she wasn’t for me
I’m lookin to a bitch well now leave it to me
Lookin at me and I’m drub of the week
Ride through the through with the top in the 10
Gucci Gambino, who talkin to me?
Baby latina, she fine as some jeans
Gucci bilingual, I’m talkin the tea

(Verse)
I got lean by the PT by I’m servin you
And they should’ve named Demetrius ‘cus all I think about is me
MTV – that’s Me TV
Edge over your lane but I’m ridin just me
One day trillin this damn RV
When the touchdown I’mma fuck the chick to me
Give it to me, leave it to me
You scream, don’t want it, it happened to me
Yo girlfriend scorchin ass bitchin on me
I guess baby girl you could just see me
God I’m trippin the Z’s, smoking disease
These hustlers ain’t worth em, I’m happy to leave
Your uncle in but he’ll be coppin for me
10 bills every week and they throw me the cheese
Snitch to the post, said you got it from me
Actors go broke, it won’t happen to me
Don’t gotta jumble but put out the numbers
So much, guess I need another machine
Rappers are fake, wish he a G
Who I’m on feature? I’m featuring me
No need of a manager managing me
Manage the dope and I’m weezing the lane