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letra de gucci tomorrow - mg lil bubba & deebaby

[intro]
(d-mn, mybaad)

[chorus: mg lil bubba]
ayy, i can go gucci tomorrow, louis tomorrow, fendi tomorrow
you ain’t gon’ play with the squads, i beat the odds and i got a wad
you ain’t gon’ play with the squad, i roll up the ‘za and p-ss out the wock’
she wanna lay in the bed, but i got the game, i’m hot on the block, uh

[verse 1: mg lil bubba]
came up on shoppin’ at neimans and rockin’ that gucci and drivin’ a demon, i’m speedin’
cop me a chain and i cop me a gun, where the drank? i’m a junkie, i wake up and need it
spent ten out in louis, the ‘za got me wheezin’
jump out the coupe and go weigh up some reefer
tired of my diors, i came from adidas
r.i.p. pimp c, i drink for no reason
r.i.p. pokey, he died with the mic
i can’t go out like pac, but i’ll go out like pokey
comе to my city, we just sip the fours with bangers and sw-ngеrs and leathers and pokers
got racks in the sofa, i f-ck ’til i’m sober
i drank ’til i’m sober, got syrup in the soda
came up off of doja, i’ma thug ’til i’m older
if you reach for this chain, i’ma smoke you, i’m tokin’
ridin’ that morning right, i send it overnight
who can i trust with this paper? i go to the hood like none of ’em right, uh
who can i put on, put on, put on, put on and change my life?
who can i put on, put on, put on, put on and help my life? yeah, yeah
lost this sh-t, then i got it right back
look in the mirror, woke up like, “i’m back”
’90s baby, i sleep by a mat
’90s baby, i sleep by a switch
f-ck it, it’s work, then i’m takin’ a risk
east texas baby, i’m born in the sticks
reach for this chain, you dyin’ with it
[chorus: mg lil bubba]
i can go gucci tomorrow, louis tomorrow, fendi tomorrow
you ain’t gon’ play with the squads, i beat the odds and i got a wad
you ain’t gon’ play with the squad, i roll up the ‘za and p-ss out the wock’
she wanna lay in the bed, but i got the game, i’m hot on the block

[verse 2: deebaby]
she just wan’ lay in the bed while i’m on the block
i don’t cool at the crib ’cause the neighborhood hot
antoine baby, i got it on lock
i’ma try and and-one in that pot when it lock
if i spin ’round the corner, take off with the glock
i’m finna double my cup with codeine on the rocks
n-gga sleep on the job, take a zip off the top
i put that thing on my hip, i’ma drop ’til i pop
take a look at my b-tch, i wasn’t talkin’ ’bout you, baby
i make money with her, but you broke, so you hate me
first-class foreign ridin’ the daily
i can’t break off no bread if she brought to the table
forty thousand feet up in the air watchin’ cable
probably just got a bed, we can f-ck and be lazy
had to come weigh it up, count up more, buy a laser
1942 shot with no chaser
i don’t rock gucci, it’s dior and louis
i’m f-ckin’ off money, you ask what i’m doin’
off-white rockin’ to go watch a movie
spend all the dollars, my new b-tch just bougie
balenciaga purse cover her coochie
“stop makin’ me laugh,” she like, “baby, you stupid”
i was there when you called me, but i’m goin’ through it
but f-ck it, designer bag holdin’ my tooly, i’m gucci
i’m gucci, yeah, hundred thou’ hold up her booty, yeah
fifty racks just in my hands, yeah, she smoke it down to a doobie
coach-lla racks, run up them bands, yeah, i like how her booty be movin’
lil’ baby be havin’ that cake, i’ma l!ck that sh-t right off her— uh
[chorus: mg lil bubba]
i can go gucci tomorrow, louis tomorrow, fendi tomorrow
you ain’t gon’ play with the squads, i beat the odds and i got a wad
you ain’t gon’ play with the squad, i roll up the ‘za and p-ss out the wock’
she wanna lay in the bed, but i got the game, i’m hot on the block

- mg lil bubba deebaby

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