Gucci Mane - Tone It Down feat. Chris Brown [Official lyrics]

...
Its Gucci
Droptop
Right now
Wop
Hitmaka! go
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon' ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon' ball like this
Huh, pull up, fros up, with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don't care who show up
Watch lookin' like a glow up, when I throw up
East Side pour the Crys' wrote why I grow up
Hold up, lil homie tone it down
Put the jewelery that you rockin' for the kids I'm a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin' so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders, in my Rollie
Look like real flesh, make you wanna pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I'm a loaner
Damn nigga had a temperature because he
Got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don't wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin' on a corner
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon' ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon' ball like this
Go, your man CB, jewelery 3D
Tryna be like me, ain't easy
Niggas hate me, mamas wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces
Ain't that great thing
2018 Rolls Royce, chose no reason
Wanted all my time, peace brothers in the Fiji
Part from the same regions
I just wanna meet me
Ballin' like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons
Diamonds, thats just like breazin
Take it easy, breezy go easy
Bitch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I'm sneezin'
Pull up south beach, no season
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon' ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon' ball like this
Yeah, four, four, drippin'
I be on a hunnids rolls
Fight, weed, hit it
Have a nigga seeing ghost
Tell me what to do, ‘cause I'm tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin' shots
Won't have a hangover
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon' ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon' ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon' ball like this

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