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Gucci Down lyrics

 

Bad bitch wanna be Gucci downBad bitch wanna be Gucci downLil’ bitch wanna be Gucci downYou pull out a stick, better shoot me nowGot designer bag, like she in a movie nowBad bitch wanna be Gucci downBad bitch wanna be Gucci downLil’ bitch wanna be Gucci downYou pull out a stick, better shoot me nowOoh, I been, Cartier frames on my eyelidsI got a bad bitch and she brown skinGot gas in the window, brought a pound inGot designer on me, ooh, I’m drownin’I ain’t ’bout to play games, this Spy KidsGot a bougie girl, wanna have my kidsOoh, I only want the bop, give me five minutes
Ooh, baby, give me five minutesCan I dive in it?Ooh, let’s just hope nigga ain’t sign shitStreet niggas gon’ trap ’til they find a BenzI been sellin’ Adderall for five bandsHey now, don’t reach in my pantsI’ma beat the block like I had five handsShe want to get turned up, take five xansI-I make the cash talk, niggaGlock make him fast walk, niggaG-G-Got the junkies off the bath salts, niggaThat nigga dead, it ain’t my fault, niggaSo many drugs, I took five hawks, niggaStop lookin’ down at my bitch walk, niggaYou ain’t never seen a stick talk, niggaI’m a stripe Gucci flip-flop niggaWhy you purpin’? Move a big Glock, niggaGo with your big homie told her go get her niggaShe wanna be Gucci down, put her in Gucci flipsNever knew niggas around ’cause I know goofy niggasI feel like 2 Chainz, you gettin’ mad, I’m gettin’ richerThey think I’m Bruce Wayne, I’m in a foreign with extensionsThat nigga purpin’, give him 24 hours, he missin’
Bad bitch wanna be Gucci downBad bitch wanna be Gucci downLil’ bitch wanna be Gucci downYou pull out a stick, better shoot me nowGot designer bag, like she in a movie now
Bad bitch wanna be Gucci downBad bitch wanna be Gucci downLil’ bitch wanna be Gucci down (yeah, yeah)
Bad bitch wanna be Gucci downWhen I’m in the city, I’m Louis’d downEyes on my back, I see you nowAin’t smokin’ propane, put that shit outHe got good numbers, we lockin’Pull up in a drop top, I ain’t droppin’I got runners on the clock, I don’t clock inIf the pussy good, he gon’ take you shoppin’Don’t none of my money foldGirl, yeah, my wallet gettin’ towedI do not know what you wantBaby, I been on the roadOoh, I’m on an islandPussy so wet, he wanna dive inNeed a money machine when I’m countin’He said he got money, I doubt it
Left hand up, right hand upEverybody do the Gucci downWe spendin’ bands, no merry-go-roundI got a .40 on me, send your man to the cloudsUh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oohWalk down with a to-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oolUh, uh, I’ma pull up in the G-WagonTwo tone stick, we gon’ aim where he sleep atACL, I might just shoot at his kneecapSuppressor, pew, I shoot with no feedback
Bad bitch wanna be Gucci downBad bitch wanna be Gucci downLil’ bitch wanna be Gucci downYou pull out a stick, better shoot me nowGot designer bag, like she in a movie nowBad bitch wanna be Gucci downBad bitch wanna be Gucci downLil’ bitch wanna be Gucci downOoh, I been, Cartier frames on my eyelidsI got a bad bitch and she brown skinGot gas in the window, brought a pound inGot designer on me, ooh, I’m drownin’I ain’t ’bout to play games, this Spy KidsGot a bougie girl, wanna have my kidsOoh, I only want the bop, give me five minutes
About Gucci Down lyrics 
Released: 2019
Album: Like Tony, Pt. 5 (Deluxe Version)
Artist: Xanman
Songwriters: Maria-Cecilia Kelly

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