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gucci down - xanman lyrics

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[chorus]
bad bih’ wanna be gucci down
bad bih’ wanna be gucci down
lil’ bih’ wanna be gucci down
you pull out a stick you better shoot me now
got a designer bag like you in a movie now
bad bih’ wanna be gucci down
bad bih’ wanna be gucci down
lil’ bih’ wanna be gucci down
you pull out a stick, better shoot me now
ouu, i been, cartier frames on my eyelids
i got a bad b-tch and she brown skin
got gas in the window, brought a pound in
got designer on me, ouu, i’m drowning
i ain’t ’bout to play games, them spy kids
got a boujee girl, wanna have my kids
ouu, i only want the bop, give me five minutes

[verse 1]
ouu, baby give me five minutes
can i dive in it?
ouu, let’s just hope n-gga ain’t sign sh-t
street n-ggas wanna trap ’til they find a benz
i been selling adderall for five bands
hey now don’t reach in my pants
imma beat the block like i had five hands
she want to get turned up, take five xans
i-i make the cash talk, n-gga
glock make him fast walk, n-gga
g-g-got the junkies off the bath salts, n-gga
that n-gga dead, it ain’t my fault, n-gga
so many drugs i took five hawks, n-gga
stop looking down at my b-tch walk, n-gga
you ain’t never seen a stick talk, n-gga
i’ma stripe gucci flip-flop n-gga
why you purping move a big glock, n-gga?
go with your big homie told her go get her n-gga
she wanna be gucci down, put her in gucci flips
never knew n-ggas around cause i know goofy n-ggas
i feel like 2 chainz, you getting mad i’m getting richer
they think i’m bruce wayne, i’m in a foreign with extensions
that n-gga purping, give him 24 hours, he missing

[chorus]
bad bih’ wanna be gucci down
bad bih’ wanna be gucci down
lil’ bih’ wanna be gucci down
you pull out a stick better shoot me now
got a designer bag like you in a movie now
bad bih’ wanna be gucci
bad bih’ wanna be gucci down
lil’ bih’ wanna be gucci down
ouu, i been, cartier frames on my eyelids
i got a bad b-tch and she brown skin
got gas in the window, brought a pound in
got designer on me oou i’m drowning
i ain’t ’bout to play games, them spy kids
got a boujee girl, wanna have my kids
ouu, i only want the bop, give me five minutes

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