Lyrics

Huh Wassup? It's ya boy, Gucci 1017 Goo-Wap Drop top shawty Burr! Got these mothafuckas the long way today Racks I smoke like I'm Cheech and Chong Sell dope like Nicky Barnes Tats on my neck and arm Like my kush very strong Gucci, I'm such a don Tell em I'm having fun I'm having such a run I threw ten thousand ones I smoke like I'm Cheech and Chong Sell dope like Nicky Barnes Tats on my neck and arm Like my kush very strong Gucci, I'm such a don Tell em I'm having fun I'm having such a run I threw ten thousand ones I'm the trap King Kong My jeans got them wings on em Tell em to beam on em I'm serving clean huh High as a skydiver Brick in a pile driver Use to stand and pile it and serve all the truck drivers I whip up that white flour Zip up that white powder Twist up that green ganja More money, more damn power A soldiers dies once but ten thousand does for a coward Miami's my second home I'm shopping in -- I'm sipping lean and feeling drowsy What would the game be without me I bet your girlfriend pussy lousy I see your diamonds very cloudy What would the game be without me I'm sipping lean and feeling drowsy I bet your girlfriend pussy lousy I see your diamonds very cloudy I got these girls going crazy like I was Elvis, nigga They call me Gucci Goo-Wap, and I'm one hell of a nigga Got them chickens for sell, shit I can tell you a figure I'm like Domino's, nigga Call me, I deliver When I slap it it jiggle I cut her off now she bitter I'm the cream of the crop, bitch I'm the pick of the litter How she bugging a nigga, I wish that I never hit her She didn't have no ambition, she didn't have no protection I paid her no attention but didn't make it a issue Wanna cry? Here's some tissue You's a lie, say I kissed her Confront Gucci bout a bitch and you'll get slapped with a pistol I'm sipping lean and feeling drowsy What would the game be without me I bet your girlfriend pussy lousy I see your diamonds very cloudy What would the game be without me I'm sipping lean and feeling drowsy I bet your girlfriend pussy lousy I see your diamonds very cloudy Yeah You heard it, nigga It's Gucci! Huh! Stupid money Crazy jewelry Fast Life Beautiful women Jiggy! 1017
Writer(s): Burt F. Bacharach, Taurian Adonis Shropshire, Hal David, Rodney Roy Jerkins, Nahum Grymes, Mitchah Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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