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letra de gucci gang 2 - lil pump

[intro: gucci mane & lil pump]
gucci gang
jetski
thank you, fizzle (wow)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang

[chorus: lil pump & gucci mane]
gucci, gucci, gucci, gucci
look like an ice cream cone (wrist, yeah, brr)
gucci, gucci, gucci, gucci
i got on take a n-gga b-tch colonge (chanel, gang)
gucci (sheesh), gucci, gucci
hit from the back, wow, she sing my song (gucci gang, huh?)
gucci, gucci, gucci
i f-ck on that b-tch then i told her to get on (ooh, d-mn)
gucci, gucci, gucci
i f-cked her with no rubber but i had socks on (socks on)
gucci, gucci, gucci
i got no diploma, i got half a mil on (yeah, wow)
gucci, gucci, gucci (ooh)
she suck my d-ck so hard she rip the skin off (skin off)
she said i changed (changed), my racks got bigger and my d-ck got bigger (got bigger)

[verse 1: lil pump]
my b-tch got -ss, my wrist got ligma (-ss)
i’ma go f-ck a bad b-tch on twitter (on twitter)
who you with? paris hilton? bring your sister (patricia)
she don’t got a car, i’ma pick that b-tch up
i smoked this blunt, and forgot about her (smoke)
slam that p-ssy, rock bottom (rock bottom)
nutted in her eye, gave her gucci goggles (woo)
i was in the stripper bowl, and i blew a million dollars
pop molly, pop collar, pop it (ooh, yeah)
i think i f-cked on your daughter, ooh
blow the whistle, i ain’t gotta call her
stomp on his -ss like i play for the dodgers (yeah)
james harden, my roster (yeah)
i f-cked her (ooh), i lost her (i lost her)
i can’t find her (where she at?), she a foster
this ecstasy turned me to a moster (a mess)

[chorus: lil pump & gucci mane]
gucci, gucci, gucci, gucci
look like an ice cream cone (wrist, yeah, brr, brr)
gucci, gucci, gucci, gucci
i got on take a n-gga b-tch colonge (chanel, gang)
gucci (sheesh), gucci, gucci
hit from the back, wow, she sing my song (gucci gang, huh?)
gucci, gucci, gucci
i f-ck on that b-tch then i told her to get on (ooh, d-mn)
gucci, gucci, gucci
i f-cked her with no rubber but i had socks on (socks on)
gucci, gucci, gucci
i got no diploma, i got half a mil on (yeah, wow)
gucci, gucci, gucci (ooh)
she suck my d-ck so hard she rip the skin off (skin off)
she said i changed (changed), my racks got bigger and my d-ck got bigger

[verse 2: gucci mane]
i may be a dropout, but still i’m not a failure (nah)
i grew up ’round drugs, guns, and paraphernalia (yeah)
gucci mane, i show ya way better than i can tell ya (huh)
i sold pints like lemonade, but my new drop is yellow (bling)
it’s gucci but right now i got a louis v sombrero (lv)
you all cap like a motherf-ckin’ scarecrow (cap)
ho stick like velcro (huh)
lil pump and guwoper though (guwoper though)
keep this scale like poppa though
i’m still screamin’ late choppa glow
gucci gang, can’t stop us though, no, no
no shirt, all this ice on, eskimo (brr, brr)
red bottom, red along, the red limo (whoa)
i’ma worth my demo, yeah, that’s my emo squad (it’s gucci!)

- lil pump

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