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letra de gucci print - zones

[intro]
bigzy made a banger
i was fourteen out in ten drops in my pradas
real recognise the real and we the last off
you can’t pay that b in parts bro, i ain’t klarna
i blow a cheque and get it back, i guess i love that karma

[chorus]
i put gucci on my print, i’m feeling foreign for a bit
all these diamonds in my mouth, she wanna f-ck me for a bit
throwing like i hit a l!ck, i’ve gotta charge it to the strip
mojitos on the trip, it bittersweet like how we live
gucci on my print, i’m feeling foreign for a bit
all these diamonds in my mouth, she wanna f-ck me for a bit
throwing like i hit a l!ck, i’ve gotta charge it to the strip
mojitos on the trip, it bittersweet like how we livе
what’s a risk?

[verse 1]
for real, i’ve gotta charge it to thе strip
all the mojitos in the sunshine had me feeling roddy ricch
i was an ordinary kid until i heard about a prizz
started visualising commas, then that devil took me in
little b-tch, but i love her though
me without my lizzie, that be monotone
there’s only fiends on my phone and the money shows
chop life, never let this life chop you, bro
i know that ho don’t really miss me, it’s the money though
i’ll probably still give her facet’ after novi’ though
an uber for your travels home
that pasta’s like “you naughty doe”
i’m in hatton, no accountant like i’m having doughs
i’m african, i carry gold
linguine like i’m mario
and my shoes italian, so i’ve got foreign toes
i’ve got gucci on my print
i’m feeling foreign for a bit
and if that p-ssy really w.a.p, then i’ma f-ck it ’til it quit
[pre-chorus]
f-ck it ’til it quit, that p-ssy wetter than my drip
in some jordans looking air one and my pendant for this sing
f-ck it ’til it quit, that p-ssy wetter than my drip
in some jordans looking air one and my pendant for this sing

[verse 2]
h-lla man be on some catfish and the cap fit
you think i bought a big bezel and got no clips?
just a bunch of rodeos watching some hood fl!cks
and they be loitering the strips, making the hood flinch
baby, i ain’t no criminal, sure i’m a good kid
i’m just malcolm in the middle of these two bits
and my worker only phone me when he’s got jibs
guess i’m getting higher up, guess i’m a grown kid
still anti-social, but i’m local
i’m awkward and i still after gyally for a social
i don’t even want the number, i’m not vocal
still cruise with cheeky winks for gyally when i’m local
if i cuddle on this chick she gon’ be asking what it is
now i’m like lilo and the stitch
when i just came here for a gucci on my print
i’m feeling foreign for a bit
and if that p-ssy really wap, then i’ma f-ck it ’til it quit
[pre-chorus]
f-ck it ’til it quit, that p-ssy wetter than my drip
in some jordans looking air one and my my pendant for this sing
f-ck it ’til it quit, that p-ssy wetter than my drip
in some jordans looking air one and my my pendant for this sing

[outro]
one to six
for real
bigzy made a banger
be bittersweet like how we live, what’s a risk? blaow

- zones

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