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heysus - lil gucci supreme lyrics

[verse 1: lil gucci supreme]

rollies on my wrist
bad hoes on my d-ck!
got shawty on dat molly
wit dem racks all in my whip!!…
gold bottles, gold bottles!!
im in da telly with four models!!…
these bandz i got in my hands will make all 4 hoes swallow!
chea my wrists so sloppy
im the n-gga that k!lled yo poppy
my mixtape they wanna copy
bad b-tch wanna cop me
raris and rories
but im betta then sosa
gotta a mac in the back come closer
n-ggas calling me g-y i got rosted
im in the tinted ferrari
smoke blunts i ain’t sorry
yo b-tch got got me on morry
ill hit like she riannah
b-tch suckin d-ck at the solan
b-tch my shades on like melan
b-tch smokin weed, on the lawn
yo b-tch finna turn me on
i see yo b-tch she actin like a dyk-
b-tch i got rollies on ma mike
b-tch finna hit my d-ck
sûckin in my lambo
b-tch i’mma hang on hang over
b-tch im drvin round with my rova
before im come ova
ill f-ck yo b-tch on the stove
cold blooded, amphibian
n-ggas sellin crack to make a million
we tryin make hip hop real again
you can’t see me, chameleon
dont f-ck with me i got a mac and my n-ggas
u know we ain’t afraid to pull triggas
u can catch us sippin on malt liquor
ain’t no one else like me , tigga
i’mma k!lla not drug deala sippin malt liquor
f-ck a liva think about life lookin at the little dippa
this sh-t is so real
n-gga call the king of the hill
yeah you know we are so trill
but if you are a problem we ain’t afraid to k!ll

[hook: jesus]
heysus, we getting loose
don’t f-ck with me youll snuffed like a goose
we got b-tches , diamonds, money cars
and you know we spittin bars

[verse 2: yung bish god]
hustlin for that pay
i ain’t got no time to play
but i still take time everyday to pray
and spray the a-k rap on these beats
got yo b-tch layin down on my versace sheets
lil gucci supreme living in these streets
b-tches suckin d-ck like it’s made of sweets
buy a car every single week
all black with that nice sleek
people still saying my rhymes weak
the same time their same rhymes wreak
they still call it the same rap clique
everybody today’s a critique
say it all about the technique
but we still getting guap as we speak
heysus, heysus
b-tch be calling me heysus
went to her house and f-cked her up
turns out it got front page news
yung bish god and i dont f-ck around
b-tches suck so much d-ck s-m-n make em drowned
creamy clan so hard they from the dog pound
i’m done with this rap i gotta take a sh-t

[hook]

- lil gucci supreme lyrics

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