Make Love

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King of the skreets
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And when these suckas see me, they 
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should bow to my feet
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And kiss the ground underneath
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I look down at the beef
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That shit childish to me
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Two hundred thousand to see me
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And it's been sold out for weeks
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Can't brush shoulders with me
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These stones in my choker are 2 
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karats apiece
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Look like boulders to me
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Damn, who colder than me?
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You think he colder than me?
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You more bipolar than me
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You talkin' crazy
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I'm tryna book Beyoncé for my 
wedding day
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I'm the type of nigga, spend a 
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million on a wedding cake
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Niggas hate, but hesitate
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They hate to see ya elevate
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I just left out the gym
I'm 'bout to take a swim and 
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meditate
Woo!
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Now it's time to celebrate
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Ask me why I'm smilin'
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I say, "'Cause I make two mil' a 
day"
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And I might take your bitch and pay 
her bills
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That's how I feel today
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And I just wanna fuck
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Don't wanna chill, that's how I feel
 today

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
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I'm makin' money like I'm makin' 
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sweet love
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I wanna make love, love, love
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She say the money make her wanna 
make love
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Wanna make love, love, love, huh

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
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Ay yo, ain't talkin' housewives, 
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but I'm in the Porsche
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First I'ma scorch her, then I'ma 
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torch her
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Then I'ma torture her, then I'ma off
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 her
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A million dollars for a show, they 
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made their off-er
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Go against Nicki, it's gon' cost ya
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'Cause now it's fuck ya, intercourse
 ya
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I rep Queens where they listen to a
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 bunch of Nas
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I'm a yes and these bitches is a 
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bunch of nahs
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Tryin’ to win a gunfight with a 
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bunch of knives
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I win, get off the bench and give a
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 bunch of fives
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I don't see her
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Bitch I'm the greatest, no Kendrick
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 and no Sia
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I'm the iPhone, you the Nokia
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Everybody know you jealous, bitch 
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it's so clear
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Tell them bum ass bitches to play 
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their role
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She see my sexy ass every time she 
scroll
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I got it in the can, Dole
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Your career gon' be with Anna Nicole
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Witcha dumbass face
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She ain't eatin' but I swear she 
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got some bum ass taste
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Text her man like, "Dawg, how that 
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bum ass taste?"
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Pay your rent! And stay in your bum 
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ass place
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Oooohhh, oh you the qu-e-e-the 
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queen of this here?
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One platinum plaque, album flopped,
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 bitch, where? (bitch, where?)

Hahaha, ahhhhh
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I took two bars off just to laugh
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You see, silly rabbit, to be the 
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queen of rap
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You gotta sell records, you gotta 
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get plaques
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S, plural like the S on my chest
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Now sit your dumbass down
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You got an F on your test

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
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I'm makin' money like I'm makin' 
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sweet love
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I wanna make love, love, love
    F#

              D#m
She say the money make her wanna 
make love
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Wanna make love, love, love, huh

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
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I love to see the money stack up
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Hope that we don't ever, ever break 
up (up)
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Wanna make love, love, love