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letra de smoking good - guce

[intro: girl, guce, and kacey khaliel]
guce, n-gga!
yeah
khaliel
free your mind people
hahaha
kush, okay
break it down, split it, stuff it, light it
hahahaha
when it’s gone, it gon start all over again, n-gga
nah mean?
gucey
yeah
lime in my coffee, b-tch
ahhhuh
yeah
you already know
look
ah

[verse 1: guce]
i just wanna kick it with baby, you’re so s-xy (what else)
you won’t regret me or forget me (uh uh)
h-ll yeah, she’ll let me (come on)
i hit her with that pow pow
wait a minute, hold up
my n-ggas and more b-tches about to show up
more liquor to pour up and more kush to blow up
i’m tryna get f-cked up til i throw up, and then drink some mo
hahahahaha
baby said i’m hotter than a sauna
i’m bathing in money and running with them piranhas, yeah
call me animal boy, i got the llama
you cowards don’t want it, that’s on mamas (uh uh)
i’ma stay smokin weed all day, drank all day (what else?, okay)
and f-ckin with b-tches that go both ways (yeeeaahhh)
i hit the weed, now my vision clearer
i saw a n-gga was swaggin and realized i’m lookin in the mirror
yeah, history in the making on this beat
now shut the f-ck up and let a real n-gga save the streets
gucey
[hook: kacey khaliel (singing) and guce (adlibs)]
in my hood…i roll up with a couple bad hoes (yeah)
smoking good (i swear i’m feeling so good right now, mane)
and n-ggas finna hate, but they’d do the same thang if they could (what about you though)
i’ma roll another one…while i hit another one (on, uh huh)
when i’m in the streets i be rolling with my heat (yeah)
smoking good in my hood (yup!)

[verse 2: guce]
i spit penitentiary bars when i bust (ahaha)
i’m in that p-ssy like i just got outta jail when i f-cked (uh)
west coast d-boy…with that midwest country flow
bad boy, still pimping on cali and country hoes (okay)
i wear that 40 on my waist like a gucci belt (uhh, uh huh)
bangin on em, throwing up my letters like the alphabet (su woo)
i ride by myself, f-ck wit your own…b-tch (rmm)
you can call me g-y because i been on my own d-ck (okay)
yeah b-tch i’m on, sitting on throne with a bunch of girls
banging with that heavy metal, standing on the f-cking world
i am the gang, but if i jump, i’ma fly like an eagle
and he know, and she know, we are not the same (uh ah)
i get high and never let you haters mess with my joy (uh ah)
f-ck the world, better pay homage or salute the boy
i shoot the boy, but your bullets cannt reach guce world (bah!, uh ah)
i got your b-tch over here, now she a guce girl
running circles around you squares
i’m a beast, i’m a dog
money and my piggy bank and my drop like boss hogg (err!)
i’m so silly, guce world should be a holiday (hahahaha, uh)
we party every day, f-cked up like billy holiday
we party…everyday, as the world turns
but i’ll still’a let those barrels burn, yup (bah!)
i hit the weed, now my vision clearer (yeeeaaahhh)
i saw a n-gga with swag, then realized i’m looking in the mirror
gucey
[hook: kacey khaliel (singing) and guce (adlibs)]
in my hood…i roll up with a couple bad hoes (some party people)
smoking good
and n-ggas finna hate, but they’d do the same thang if they could (i’m just tryna talk to you, nah mean?)
and i’ma roll another one…while i hit another one (swaggerific, wah)
when i’m in the streets i be rolling with my heat
smoking good in my hood (ay, let me talk to em)

[verse 3: guce]
i’m straightforward, these n-ggas backwards
these n-ggas boring, so let’s fast forward (what else? okay)
i do it for y’all, i’m high powered
now let’s all get high like the white howard (hahahaha)
now kacey drop the beat
watch me knock him out his shoes and leave his nights to the streets (blah!, uh huh)
yeah, a bunch of b-tches walk around me like a strip club (what else?)
everywhere my plane stop, the streets show me love (yeeeaaahhh)
you don’t give me my respect? i’ma take it from you
i wanna eat you hot, i’ma take it from ya
oh that’s your girl? well i’ma take her from ya
now you want to k!ll me? b-tch, take a number
b-tch n-gga, it’s my summer (yeah)
and i’m aiming for your vision with my thumper (bah!)
i’m the heart of this beat, like a drummer
reloaded and aim with the seat, i’m a gunner (bllllttt!)
gucey
[hook: kacey khaliel (singing) and guce (adlibs)]
in my hood…i roll up with a couple bad hoes (huh, yeah)
smoking good (i’m at the top, n-gga)
and n-ggas finna hate, but they’d do the same thang if they could (y’all ain’t got nothin on me bruh)
and i’ma roll another one…while i hit another one (my shades dark, but my vision is clear though, hahahaha, gucey)
when i’m in the streets i be rolling with my heat (gucey, kacey)
smoking good in my hood (yeah)

- guce

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