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letra de gucci savage - weebay

[intro]
aye, yo, whoo, ha, uh, gucci savage
rich n-gga, whoa, whoa, whoa, aye, aye, aye
dj murf

[hook]
i’m a gucci savage (whoa)
my boot is battered (godd-mn)
gucci savage (whoa)
gucci savage (whoa)
my boot is battered (my b-tch)
gucci savage (whoa)
shoot the ratchet (rahh)
gucci savage
gucci savage (whoa)
i’m a gucci savage (whoa, whoa, whoa)
gucci savage

[verse 1]
big homie just ran through a hold up
i don’t hang with fake n-ggas i don’t know none
take yo home boy put him in a swisher n-gga
we getting high tell my young n-gga roll one
47th president trump
sleeping on the herb mattress with a mac
two hundred bands in a room them is facts
sets filled father f-cking up the stacks
i was really fighting demons in my sleep
look from the weedy i ain’t seen him in a week
what’s [?] now in a bimmer or a jeep
probly million off the lean n-gga i don’t know not’n
talk a hundred thousand dollar seen it in his jeans
run off with a pack n-gga feel like halloween
you know the problems gonna f-ck a dollar green
your partner gon seen tryna trick you out the dream
i just stamped gucci on the bricks
i been going goofy with the sticks
i just bought a f-ck n-gga from [?] chops but you [?] on the sticks

[hook]
i’m a gucci savage (whoa)
my boot is battered (my b-tch)
gucci savage (whoa)
gucci savage (whoa)
my boot is battered (my b-tch)
gucci savage (whoa)
gucci savage (whoa)
shoot the ratchet (rahh)
gucci savage
gucci savage (whoa)
i’m a gucci savage (whoa, whoa, whoa)
gucci savage

[verse 2]
my b-tch got gucci on her p-ssy ring
i was in the streets n-gga push a thing
you a lame n-gga always in the club
got the bag and ya’ll n-ggas take a drink
n-gga you a b-tch, nigags ain’t hitting on sh-t
you ain’t out here hitting no l!cks
make a n-gga sick
talking bout gangsta on the book
in reality lil n-gga you a snitch
shades on gucci, belt on gucci
shoes on gucci, still pull up in a hoochie
i was just selling weed fore these b-tches knew me
she ain’t know me back then now she a groupie
aye gucci down, now yo b-tch know me she all on my snout
still shoot these clowns
walk in the club don’t be giving no doubt
the gang got guns like a p-wn shop
young n-ggas got gucci like a gucci store
on the lean dot like [?] on these sh-t and i don’t wanna do no more
don’t he look good like he came up and do it all
n-gga in the hood wanna come up by the studio
all i ever wanted was a brick big bootyhole
couple tube o leans feeling washed like huey now

y school dj’s n-gga

- weebay

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