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letra de gucci nikes - j-diggs

[intro: mac dre]
i’m hyphy, ain’t n0body bad like me
d-boy, b-boy in my gucci nikes

[verse 1: mac dre]
call me morris dre, ain’t n0body bad like me
d-boy, b-boy in my gucci nikes
i’m hyphy, knockin’ pitches out the park
dre in the bay kickin’ b-tches out the ‘lark
i sh-t while n-ggas fart, i’m super flossy
incoming on my sprint, outgoing on my faulty
get off me, boy, dre be the most b-ttered
rims spin when i peel to the gutter
i’ll rob your mother, put one in your brother
no witnesses, and not one word muttered
c-u-t, t-h-o-a-t d-o-g and a h-o-g
mac dre gon’ be dipped when you see him
and full of that h-double e-m
i’m a boss, stay coonin’
scandal, boy, tell ’em what we doin’

[chorus: mac dre, nef the pharaoh]
i’m hyphy in my gucci nikеs
d-boy, b-boy in my gucci nikes
i’m hyphy, ain’t n0body bad like me
d-boy, b-boy in my gucci nikеs
i’m hyphy in my gucci nikes
d-boy, b-boy in my gucci nikes
i’m hyphy, ain’t n0body bad like me (sick wid it)
d-boy, b-boy in my gucci nikes
[verse 2: nef the pharaoh]
i had to hop in my time machine and go back
and do a song with dre and make a new age slap
you punks don’t want no static
i’m a soo city hog, a sick wid it savage
neffy neffy, pop like ecstasy
if she ain’t gettin’ texts from me, the ho ain’t ever next to me
i grow trees and my grow trees hoodie slangin’ p
i’m the newest living legend out the f-ckin’ v
hyphy, in girbauds and nikes
my n-gga s geezy keep me bathing fat st–zy
and a b-tch’ll never leave me ’cause i’m so d-mn peezy
slappin’ on a blap from my n-gga sean t–zy (sean t)
neffy belafonte, he’s so raw
send a direct message to a b-tch n-gga jaw (b-tch ass n-gga)
the race over, boy, you slow n-ggas lost (man, you lost)
young pharaoh, young king, young god

[chorus: mac dre]
i’m hyphy in my gucci nikes
d-boy, b-boy in my gucci nikes
i’m hyphy, ain’t n0body bad like me
d-boy, b-boy in my gucci nikes
i’m hyphy in my gucci nikes
d-boy, b-boy in my gucci nikes
i’m hyphy, ain’t n0body bad like me
d-boy, b-boy in my gucci nikes
[verse 3: j. diggs]
i’m hyphy, i gets it nightly
three c savage, the sh-t’s inside me
alright, see, i’ma say it politely
you a boring ass b-tch and you don’t excite me
bite me, but that’s not likely
i’ll backhand yo’ ass with this bentley brightling
ayy (ayy) — who’s your friend?
um, you can come but lose your friend
my b-tch with me with her gucci ice box
$650 on these gucci hi-tops
f-ck with me, i’ll leave you in ice knots
i still ride with kilo and his one-eyed cyclops
j. bledsoe, my nikes retro
no more iphone, it’s back to metro
one more, i’m gone, it’s back to the hood
just roll me some cookies up, and make it a backwood

- j diggs

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