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letra de black lambo - gucci dalu

[intro: gucci dalu]
mike made this sh-t, uh
heart full of ice, but deep down i’m hurting
lost in the feeling, but i ain’t deserting

[verse 1: gucci dalu & quavo]
countin’ cash, makin’ moves
in thе trap, payin’ dues (payin’ dues)
diamonds blingin’, flashy shoes (uh, uh, uh)
hatеrs talkin’, but i refuse
swervin’ in the coupe, i’m trap house flexin’ (skrrt, skrrt)
countin’ up these bands, my pockets keep stretchin’ (ooh)
sippin’ on that lean, my cup steady pressin’ (woo)
gucci mane in the building, we ain’t stressin’ (huncho)
i’m the trap god, call me the one they respectin’ (respect)
money talks, you can see it, all my diamonds be glistenin’ (shine)
gucci flip the script, i’m a legend in the makin’ (huncho)
stay fresh to death, check the clothes that i’m breakin’ (drip)
[chorus: young thug & quavo]
yeah, woo! thugga, thugga, baby
pocket full of racks, stack after stack (skrrt skrrt!)
leanin’ on my bands, got me feelin’ so relaxed (yeah, yeah)
ridin’ through the city, lambo painted black (painted black, skrrt)
with a cup full of lean (lean, huh), yeah, i’m never lookin’ back (skrrt)
leanin’ on my bands, yeah, you know the vibe
countin’ up these racks, got money on my mind (yeah)
sippin’ on that lean, got me feelin’ so alive (skrrt, skrrt)
throwin’ up them bands, yeah, we makin’ a shrine (we makin’ a shrine, woah)

[verse 2: gucci dalu & quavo]
bands in my pocket keep on stackin’ up (ooh, ooh)
lean in my cup, yeah, i’m pourin’ up (sip, sip)
trap house flexin’, you know what’s up (trap, trap)
we makin’ moves, ain’t no time for a bust (move, move)
i’m a boss in these streets, they can never match me (huncho)
countin’ up these racks, yeah, my bank account tasty (mmm)
gucci got the juice, yeah, they all wanna taste me (juice)
haters talkin’ trash, but they never gonna phase me (huncho)

[chorus: young thug & quavo]
yeah, woo! thugga, thugga, baby
pocket full of racks, stack after stack (skrrt skrrt!)
leanin’ on my bands, got me feelin’ so relaxed (yeah, yeah)
ridin’ through the city, lambo painted black (painted black, skrrt)
with a cup full of lean (lean, huh), yeah, i’m never lookin’ back (skrrt)
leanin’ on my bands, yeah, you know the vibe
countin’ up these racks, got money on my mind (yeah)
sippin’ on that lean, got me feelin’ so alive (skrrt, skrrt)
throwin’ up them bands, yeah, we makin’ a shrine (we makin’ a shrine, woah)
[verse 3: offset]
i’m in the bando dreaming of them yellow lambo
flippin’ bands like it’s nothing, stackin’ chips in commando
lean sippin’, mind trippin’, diamonds shinin’, wrist glows
foreign plates on the whip, foreign chick with some thick toes
yeah, i hustle in the trap, flip the profit, never flop
money talkin’, cadillac jockin’, i ain’t stoppin’ ’til i cop
benjis stackin’ high like skyscr-pers, watch ’em reach the top
speedin’ through the city, money chase, can’t make a pit stop
bando dreams, i’m livin’, visions of a life so rich
pullin’ up in foreign whips, diamonds drippin’, clothes so sl!ck
countin’ bands, no sleep, i’m on a money makin’ trip
bando dreams turn reality, now i’m stackin’ up the chips
lean sippin’, double cup, my thoughts they double up
dreams of riches, lavish livin’, can’t stop ’til i level up
bandos turn to mansions, foreign cars and gold cups
offset dreamin’, now i’m living it up, never givin’ up
money talks, i listen close, it whisperin’ my name
bando dreams turn to reality, now everything’s changed
livin’ lavish, ridin’ lavish, foreign whips in the lane
dreams come true, ain’t no limit to the wealth we can obtain

[chorus: young thug & quavo]
yeah, woo! thugga, thugga, baby
pocket full of racks, stack after stack (skrrt skrrt!)
leanin’ on my bands, got me feelin’ so relaxed (yeah, yeah)
ridin’ through the city, lambo painted black (painted black, skrrt)
with a cup full of lean (lean, huh), yeah, i’m never lookin’ back (skrrt)
leanin’ on my bands, yeah, you know the vibe
countin’ up these racks, got money on my mind (yeah)
sippin’ on that lean, got me feelin’ so alive (skrrt, skrrt)
throwin’ up them bands, yeah, we makin’ a shrine (we makin’ a shrine, woah)
[verse 4: gunna]
never stop chasing bands, stack it up tall
hittin’ l!cks for the money, watchin’ it all fall
lean in my cup, diamonds drippin’, that’s the sauce
money talkin’ loud, can’t even hear the boss
thousand bars deep, i’m swimmin’ in the cash
countin’ endless racks, ain’t no limit, we gon’ splash
flexin’ on these haters, they just stuck in the past
livin’ for the moment, makin’ every dollar last
designer on my body, got that drip like a faucet
stacks in my pockets, never stoppin’, i just profit
in the game for the money, no time for the gossip
runnin’ up them numbers, ain’t no way that i can stop it
lean got me movin’ slow, but my pockets movin’ fast
countin’ up the bands, watchin’ as they stack and last
ridin’ in the coupe, top down, never lookin’ back
living the high life, money flowin’, never lack
stacks on stacks, racks on racks, every penny counts
living life lavish, watchin’ as the money mounts
day in and day out, i’m grindin’, no time for doubts
racks for days, that’s the life we about

[outro: gucci dalu & young thug]
lean
lean
hungover on that motherf-cking lean
lean
lean
hungover on that motherf-cking lean
i’m drippin’ in the finest threads, yeah, yeah
bands on me, lean in my cup, baby
flexin’ all day, this lifestyle crazy, uh (thugga)

- gucci dalu

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