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letra de what's poppin remix (what's gucci) - joyner lucas

[chorus]
what’s gucci? (joyner)
boston b-tch, she bougie (yeah, yeah)
yeah, you goofy
told n-ggas, “you don’t like me? shoot me”
and if you don’t wanna fight me, sue me
guaranteed n-ggas won’t like the new me
this feel like a spike lee movie

[verse]
room full of hoes and i might get choosy
please excuse me
all of my moves are carefully planned
don’t play with me, i’m a family man
i put your b-tch on my family plan
my mansion lookin’ like fantasy land
i bought a beach with some canada sand
all of my moves are carefully planned
i’m two steps ahead like nigerian scams (word)
now hand mе the benz
you in the crib and i’m hеre with the fans
my b-tch got titties like pamela and’
and she wanna f-ck in a janitors van
i’m ’bout to turn to a psycho
you ’bout to see my true colors like michael
i’m ’bout to pick n-ggas up with a rifle
i never lit n-ggas up but i might though
i’m a cool n-gga but i can get spiteful
i’m ’bouta f-ck this sh-t up like a typo
you do not know me, no, we ain’t related
and we ain’t got mutual friends that i might know
i don’t wanna be aquainted regardless
every b-tch i ever been with told me i’m heartless
i don’t trust a single motherf-cker, i’m cautious
i can never win, they want me up in a coffin
way before i started winnin’, had a couple of losses
had to make a livin’ out my mother’s apartment
wasn’t too much opportunity to come up in boston
i was f-cking exhausted, i was done with the talkin’
i was workin’ odd jobs, had me stuck in the office
on god, i was outside runnin’ and walkin’ nonstop
on a dark block, duckin’ and dodgin’ all cops
’til they all stop, buckin’ and sparkin’ all glocks
’til my heart stops workin’ at ten breaths
i benchpress any f-ck n-gga relentless
i been dead, i ain’t put you n-ggas to bed yet
the bed wet, this a wet dream of wet s-x wit’ rednecks
why am i not allowed to feel, to feel free?
i learned from god, whatever will, just will be
i bet you prolly wanna k!ll, to k!ll me
the cops who k!lled breonna taylor still free
and george floyd’d prolly k!ll to still breathe
how many black lives did they k!ll to k!ll me?
i protest but we still feel no real peace
i hear no relief, i still don’t feel free
and man i hate f-cked up rules
got a f-cked up head with some f-cked up screws
b-tch, please don’t put me in a f-cked up mood
got twin nines, so we play duck, duck, goose
better jump up, move ‘fore i bump rush
n-ggas get lumped up too, i’m in a f-cked up mood
i don’t even trust me, why the f-ck trust you?
three deep in your crib like a drug bust, one plus two, n-gga
i’m with the fam
b-tch, you a pig, i don’t f-ck with no ham
all y’all been sleepin’, i’m tuckin’ you in
i build the label then upped the event
please don’t compare me to none of these scrams
i’m buildin’ my brand, you stuck in the ground
i took advantage and stuck to the plan (joyner)
f-ck is you sayin’?

[chorus]
what’s gucci? (joyner)
boston b-tch, she bougie (yeah, yeah)
look, you goofy
told n-ggas, “you don’t like me? shoot me”
and if you don’t wanna fight me, sue me
guaranteed n-ggas won’t like the new me (they won’t)
this feel like a spike lee movie
what’s gucci?

- joyner lucas

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