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letra de cooper kupp - stanwill

[intro]
ooh sh-t, that’s a danny g beat
living, okay
living gucci my b-tch on her
living gucci my b-tch on her

[verse]
living gucci my b-tch on her dolce and gabbana sh-t
quick to up a pole don’t give a f-ck about no politics
pop an opp boy i ain’t even seen you pop a zit
hit him in his shoulder i was aiming for his common sense
in my carti’s buffed up i feel like playboi
titties in the magazine but this ain’t playboy
bro will take you out ain’t talking bout no date boy
i feel just like jimmy brooks i’m riding round with drake boy
assassin ate him like he lincoln shooting out the navigator
if i catch the opps i’m sending shots like i’m a vaccinator
chicken in my ksubis, politicking eating alligator
simple minded b-tch i bet she f-ck me cause i’m flashing paper
got her in the whip she getting topless likе the coupe
triple doublе at the set in neimans balling like i hoop
model b-tches in my dm tryna blow me like a flute
feel like blocboy catch the opposition ima yell out “shoot”
(up the heavy metal) rock out like i’m jimi hendrix
(big balenci’s on the pedal) catch me ot giffy tripping
(diamonds in my f-cking bezel) boy i heard yo sh-t be ticking
(b-tch we on two different levels) i’m blowing pape you penny pinching
if it ain’t the wockiana unky trissy sipping
i heard nothing was the same after the drizzy hit him
amiri’s stuffed i need a diaper cause that sh-t be in them
gotta know you catch me with your b-tch i’m putting glizzy in her
(sh-t, f-ck, d-mn)
i’m a card cracker you won’t catch me with no gram
feel like cooper kupp my l.a. b-tch just let me ram
at the checkout need some peanut b-tter how i jam
on my back a x and virgil did the sneaks too
scatty 700 horses when i speed through
only thing i need is pape, b-tch i don’t need you
lil gang are icy than a b-tch, will let the heat loose
dogsh-t weighing down my denim need a b.b. simon
go ask stevie wonder bout me, know he see me winning
cottonelle i need a sponsor know you see me sh-tting
if ain’t no virgil on my body then i’m gg dripping
(brrt, brrt)
that’s a scam jack
denim tight as h-ll cause my pockets jam packed
if there’s money there then that’s where stan at
if she hop up in the dodge you know i’m bout to ram cat
no cap made a hunnid off of slides
banging on a b-tch there’s money on the line
pretty face i’m still gon f-ck her from behind
feel like forrest gump gon run it up until i die
don’t know magic but i’m waving stick like dumbledore
you could be like me if you was in your duffel more
gangnem popping out with fullies we don’t tussle dork
gotta know that life bout taking hits, you bet not fumble sport
working magic with the visa’s i’m the real houdini
in the stu with danny tripping i done spilled the fiji
everywhere with green on me, i’m the real luigi
me and gang been sh-tting 5+ boy its still too easy
[outro]
yeaaaa, b-tch
sh-ttyboyz dogsh-t militia that’s on every sign
but you know that though
pew, pew, pew, b-tch

- stanwill

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