Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dboy Style, artist - Gucci Mane.
Date of issue: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dboy Style |
I’m a trapper, I am not a rapper |
I mount the Dawn up, it’s lookin' like a Raptor |
You a hater, you are not a factor |
Big diamond choker on my neck, I got asthma |
Heavy watch on my wrist, it cost a meal ticket |
Just stack your money up, get rich enough, then we’ll kick it |
It’s 'bout survival, I’m bustin' at my rivals |
I put a glacier on her hand, it went viral |
Egyptian fabric on my skin, it came from Cairo |
Say ain’t no cap in your rap, but you a gyro |
They kicked me out of college, I wasn’t embarrassed |
I graduated from pointers, moved on to carats |
I promoted myself, gave me a salary |
It’s still hard to believe I’m a celebrity |
Dark shades, I still see all the jealousy |
I’m in a Pegasus, I’m racing for my legacy |
I’ma rock my jewelry d-boy style |
Bust down my watch, bust down my smile |
These fuck niggas tried to steal my style |
But cookin' up grams can’t go out of style |
They said, «Gucci went broke,"I said, «Hush your mouth» |
I’m off paper, got paper, they done fucked up now |
Kick back on the couch in this big-ass house |
With this Olympic-size pool, I went the He-Man route |
Diamonds so cold, it’s like the heat ran out |
I need a Wonder Woman spouse and a He-Man house |
I dropped the top in the V, then the freak came out |
Then when she suckin' on the dick, I thought her teeth came out |
Nigga, I ain’t go to practice, nigga, I don’t wanna scrimmage |
Twenty-two bricks, runnin' with 'em like Emmitt |
Mama couldn’t talk to me, I ain’t wanna listen |
Teacher couldn’t teach me 'cause I ain’t pay attention |
Mr. Drippy Drippy have you swimmin' with the fishes |
They want the old Gucci Mane that do a verse for a chicken |
Old Gucci Mane sellin' chicken for a living |
Water whippin' in the kitchen, even then I had the vision |
I’ma rock my jewelry d-boy style |
Bust down my watch, bust down my smile |
These fuck niggas tried to steal my style |
But cookin' up grams can’t go out of style |
They said, «Gucci went broke,"I said, «Hush your mouth» |
I’m off paper, got paper, they done fucked up now |
Kick back on the couch in this big-ass house |
With this Olympic-size pool, I went the He-Man route (Wop) |
Huh? |
Yeah |