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Gucci Rag Lyrics - Artist : Duwap Kaine
'Bout to wash my face with' a Gucci rag
Nigga who is you? go and check a bag Yea-Yeah I keep my steamer, better think fast If you run up then you won't last Go inside the mall, I can't check a tag Got a Lambo' and it so fast Yeah, my big bros, they be off the cigs I be rollin' blunts, they be so big Big bands in my pants, I'm off the molly and I'm off a xan I can't walk, I can't dance, can't do anything, can't even stand Like God damn, God damn, God damn (Woo) My niggas tote big guns, tote big guns, got big choppers My niggas be off the drugs and off the weed Yeah, we off the yoppers My niggas some real niggas, we'll pull up like a helicopter Tryna disrespect me Get on yo' knees 'cause you know I'm yo' damn father You done did a kill, you done did a drill Now yo' nigga yellin' to the army Re-Real niggas turn to fake niggas They'll switch on ya', supossed to be ya' partner Hate niggas, I hate niggas, I just hate niggas that act sour Try to get yo' cash, try to get it fast They just want yo' damn power Ayy, hol' up, ayy, hol' up, hol' up, ayy, ayy, hol' up Say you got the money, you ain't even show it Say you got the pistol, you ain't even blow it Say you got the fo', but you ain't even po' it And my grass, I really gotta mow it Got a lot of cash, now I see these mad hoes Got a lot of bricks, I'm trappin' out the bando And yeah I'm sippin' lean, I swear it got me movin' slow Yeah, I'm on the go for them bank rolls All I want is money and that motherfuckin' gold, yah |
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