giving type - guccc lyrics
goggles in the buildings
bad b-tches they want me
i been flexin on your homies
got your girl friend on me
diamonds stay up on me
blindin when i’m walking
got them n-gg-s stalking
i feel sorry if u not me ughn
are u feeling lucky? are u feeling lucky?
never jesus baby girl but u can never cross me
take a shot, go head get loose, u know it’s time to party
get the zanies mollies
yea it’s time to party
when it is my moment i am never ever foldin
i been drinking i been smoking
i got b-tches textin me come over
never a dull moment
i been livin
like i won’t see the mornin
i just want the money
like insurance to cover women
charity
with my b-tches
they get it for free
like donations
that’s that one two punch
call that sh-t hawianna
i been flying
private jets
to secret islands
got them fiends turnt for that 5th
like it was cinco de mayo
dead presidents on me i be talkin through the ouija board
hop aboard
like star wars
i am known
with that force
watch me soar
got a porsche
yea i got that b-tch two doors
yea i’ll let that engine roar
never pour
don i pour
when she leave
she so sore
she so sore
doing tricks
abra ka dabra
she nice with this sword
i’m giving type of guy
i’ll let these hunnits fly
i’m giving type of guy
i’ll let these hunnits fly
got n-gg-s hating on me cuz i’m looking so d-mn fly
yea ill pull up in that sp-ceship got them looking in the sky
got bad b-tches looking at me cuz they see i’m fly
up and down
up and down
like it was a cheat code
i just powered up mario
mari-mari-o
i got hoes up on the pole
tell them hoes to drop it low
then i need you to drop it slow
show me everything you know
whachu know
whachu know
got the hood up like melo
this the wave, like h-llo
like h-llo
got the dough
carnival
lines so dope
take a sniff and rub that nose
this sh-t weighing on me like my t-shirt was so d-mn soaked
never fold
retail stores
wouldn’t hire for the low
fans see me, they start
shakin like they have seizures
got them seeing stars
all day long
like they were sneezin
got this icy watch, got a n-gg- feelin so anemic
never cross me n-gg-
never treat me
like i was jesus
got the carrots on my ear
cuz i care about my health
smokin up the broccoli
cuz i care about my health
yea i just brought a wraith
yea i gotta move in stealth
so much racks up in my pockets
i need more than a belt
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