Make Love chords by Gucci Mane

Chords with lyrics

Intro: Nicki Minaj & Gucci Mane:
Uh, Gucci
Wanna make love, love, love

Verse 1: Gucci Mane:
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King of the skreets
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And when these suckas see me, they 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 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 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
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I'm 'bout to take a swim and 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' 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, but I'm in the Porsche
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First I'ma scorch her, then I'ma torch her
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Then I'ma torture her, then I'ma off her
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A augmentedA million dollars for a show, they 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 bunch of Nas
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I'm a yes and these bitches is a bunch of nahs
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Tryin’ to win a gunfight with a bunch of knives
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I win, get off the bench and give a bunch of fives
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I don't see her
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Bitch I'm the greatest, no Kendrick and no Sia
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I'm the iPhone, you the Nokia
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Everybody know you jealous, bitch it's so clear
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Tell them bum ass bitches to play 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 got some bum ass taste
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Text her man like, "Dawg, how that bum ass taste?"
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Pay your rent! And stay in your bum ass place
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Oooohhh, oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here?
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One platinum plaque, album flopped, 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 queen of rap
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You gotta sell records, you gotta 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 FF on your test

Chorus: Gucci Mane:
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I'm makin' money like I'm makin' 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

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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