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slicin - foogiano & gucci mane lyrics

[intro: foogiano]
(d*mn, mybaad)
need my motherf*ckin’— hmm*mmm
oh, there it go (ho)
yeah, n*gga (‘wop, ‘wop)
so icy
(yo, loomin, that’s my bad)

[chorus: foogiano]
bad b*tch with some louis v sandals (bad, huh)
i christian louboutin my pedal, it red like the devil (like the devil)
they call up in georgia, but i’m in miami (what? d*mn)
smokin’ rocks and ridin’ in a gucci sweater (yeah, in a sweater)
that b*tch seen the bezel, she told me her n*gga f*ck her good (ice, ice, ice)
but she think i can f*ck her better (f*ck her better)
a g like the letter, he said hе was boss (a g)
but that n*gga a runner, that n*gga a helper (huh, hе a helper)
she say that she love me, because i quadruple the profit (she love me)
and i bag good, just like bobby (yeah, just like bobby)
ain’t nothin’ like them other lil’ n*ggas that be holdin’ crutches
fake trappin’, pocket watchin’ (pocket watch)
i told pooh he must be my brother because i’m so shiesty
my k!llers in minnesota and they violent (violent)
tell her get your big cash, you’re dockin’, you know i’ma slice (huh)
she gon’ get the d*ck, ’cause i ain’t biased (i ain’t biased)
[verse 1: foogiano]
met that lil’ b*tch in miami
was drivin’ a camry (huh), told her she gon’ leave her family, yeah
told her that i’m more player than kenny
and fresher than mason, told me she like the way that i be dancin’ (ho)
told me she wanna do dinner
i took her to pizza hut, i don’t really do the fancy (no, no)
told her “you know i’ma beat it up
you gotta eat it up (yeah), baby girl, i want it nasty” (uh)
told me these diamonds that make her wet
when i smile, make her sweat (ice, ice), have her screamin’ like a banshee
told me that you gotta be the best
first night don’t do the s*x (yeah), better make me call your daddy (call me daddy)
had the ho sister hook up with pat
other girl gave a quick, we fold ’em all, just like gymnastics (like gymnastics)
f*ckin’ on gucci sheets, make a man put the d*ck in her chest
said, “anytime, boy, you can have it” (said, “you can have it”)

[chorus: foogiano & gucci mane]
bad b*tch with some louis v sandals (bad, huh)
i christian louboutin my pedal, it red like the devil (like the devil)
they call up in georgia, but i’m in miami (what? d*mn)
smokin’ rocks and ridin’ in a gucci sweater (yeah, in a sweater)
that b*tch seen the bezel, she told me her n*gga f*ck her good (ice, ice, ice)
but she think i can f*ck her better (f*ck her better)
a g like the letter, he said he was boss (a g)
but that n*gga a runner, that n*gga a helper (huh, he a helper)
she say that she love me, because i quadruple the profit (she love me)
and i bag good, just like bobby (yeah, just like bobby)
ain’t nothin’ like them other lil’ n*ggas that be holdin’ crutches
fake trappin’, pocket watchin’ (pocket watch)
i told pooh he must be my brother because i’m so shiesty
my k!llers in minnesota and they violent (violent)
tell her get your big cash, you’re dockin’, you know i’ma slice (huh)
she gon’ get the d*ck, ’cause i ain’t biased (i ain’t biased, go)
[verse 2: gucci mane]
free foo the mayor, gucci the player
i’m like tom brady, i’m still in the game (brady)
know that these haters pour salt on my name
don’t pay it no mind, it come with the fame (i’m famous)
now i got equity, plenty integrity
str*straight from the hood, but now i’m a celebrity (‘wop)
i sense you comin’, like i got telepathy
groupie*ass b*tches ask questions just like jeopardy (ho)
hate that he snitchin’, but he a civilian
got on a richard, but it ain’t the real one (no case)
when we signed foo, we gave him a million
we don’t send shots at women and children (free foo)
i’m with the indians, scarin’ the pilgrims
i’m in a rase, i’m chasin’ a billion (well, d*mn)
call up the rebels, we stormin’ the buildin’
young n*gga drillin’, i know the feelin’

- foogiano gucci mane lyrics

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