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letra de gucci gang (remix) - jzac

[intro]
ooo
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang
i ain’t never owned one gucci thing
yeah
let’s get it

[verse 1]
i ain’t got a temper, temper
just don’t got time for your friend’s agenda
truth be said, if i wanna get the head
then she’d open up her neck like a pez dispenser, but
i don’t do it their way, no
i’m coming through your airwaves though
jzac next, d-mn, you ain’t get the message?
you should probably take your phone off of airplane mode
but it’s obvious it’s not a hobby, b-tch
i’m on some sn0bby sh-t, but i’m honest, aye
no chains on, but i need my drink on some f-cking icе
like a hockey stick, i’m yelling
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
i ain’t nеver owned one gucci thing (gucci gang)
sh-t, i must’ve left ‘fore the groupies came
i ain’t know theirs, but they knew my name
i was only laughing just a little
i’m shooting like a rapper with a missle
swear that i’ve been plotting since a kid at the crib
going way back, dawg, watching malcolm in the middle
now i’m busy making bank deposits
walking in like i’m frank sinatra
good weed, good drink, good company and a plate of pasta (woo!)
cutting records with no fork and knife
none of this happened overnight
while everyone was out partying
i was paying bills, working overnights
boy, you overhyped
[interlude]
wait
while everyone was out partying, i was

[verse 2]
people wanna tell me how to do sh-t
why don’t you go do it for yourself then?
on point like a gel pen
do this sh-t with both eyes closed, one hand behind my back
i’m the only one that do it like odell can
feeling like i’m halfway there, i’m at the fifty yard line
graduated school working sh-tty part-time
i was really on the gritty tryna move out to the city
but i ain’t want your pitty, had a really hard time
i’m never home now, i miss the family
girls call me daddy, they instagram me
’bout three years i’ll get instant grammys
you was doing good ’til it hit the fan, see
i ain’t never met a man like me, honest
blizy out looking over me, run it
i was taught to always keep it three hundred
moving like a motherf-cking g, oh, yeah
pain in my scriptures, i’m out here just painting the pictures
could tell that you fake and you bitter
and i need a break from these b-tches
gone (woo!)

- jzac

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