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head to toe - guccc lyrics

aye let’s go
let’s start from head to toe
guccci on my goggles
got ice on my neck it’s froze
look at my wrist it’s gold
louis vuitton my coat
my shirt is real v lone
versace all on my toes
two gs on my buckle
balmains they saggin off
trappin with two iphones
my drink is in styrofoam
hop in a ghost i’m low
pac*man is close i’m gone
watching for the popo
can’t go down for totin poles
bad b*tch freaky she’s a dancer
no zodiac but she’s a cancer
learned from that n*gga pink panther
all on my phone and she playing detective
tryin to get a crib in the hamptons
shawty don’t care long she’s in the mansion
money make a n*gga so handsome
now b*tches hold me in the crib like it was ransom
b*tches really no got manners
f*cked me in the backseat scratching my leather
when i climb up this ladder
swear i’m always late, got the latest fashion
ridin in that ghost like it’s casper
shawty sucked me up make a n*gga go faster
racks on a n*gga money counter
do it for the money like she’s on x factor
my b*tch
bad ass f*ck
covered in designer
money excites her not
one of these love letters
i know that this not love
i know that this is just l*st
i can not blame that girl
another one bites the dust
i don’t ever really give a f*ck no i don’t i don’t
cuz i know every b*tch expendable stupid hoe
smoking that gas i might a cough lung smokin dope
sippin codeine got me feelin numb yea i’m gone
n*gga not blind but i’m with my dog big dog
n*gga talk crazy cut off his tongue off it off it
now they fear a n*gga cuz i’m too blunt
roll up on a n*gga just like a blunt
aye let’s go
let’s start from head to toe
guccci on my goggles
got ice on my neck it’s froze
look at my wrist it’s gold
louis vuitton my coat
my shirt is real v lone
versace all on my toes
two gs on my buckle
balmains they saggin off
trappin with two iphones
my drink is in styrofoam
hop in a ghost i’m low
pac*man is close i’m gone
watching for the popo
can’t go down for totin poles
bad b*tch freaky she’s a dancer
no zodiac but she’s a cancer
learned from that n*gga pink panther
all on my phone and she playing detective
tryin to get a crib in the hamptons
shawty don’t care long she’s in the mansion
money make a n*gga so handsome
now b*tches hold me in the crib like it was ransom
b*tches really no got manners
f*cked me in the backseat scratching my leather
when i climb up this ladder
swear i’m always late, got the latest fashion
ridin in that ghost like it’s casper
shawty sucked me up make a n*gga go faster
racks on a n*gga money counter
do it for the money like she’s on x factor

- guccc lyrics

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