| Huh, it's Gucci
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| Ooh
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| Huh, wop, whah
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| Lil Pump
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| Brr, yeah, blah, oh, blow
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| (M-M-M-Murda)
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| Murda on the beat with the murder man
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| Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand
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| Steppin' on his dope like a step dance
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| Too turnt up, can't help that
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| Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax
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| Watch so dumb it got kept back
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| Bitch so thick, she can't help that
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| 'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag
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| Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that
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| And her brain so dumb we got kept back
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| Just flew in designer to the bookbag
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| Tell her needed something real good to look at
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| Booty so big it got kept back
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| Pull up in the don, let the roof back
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| Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that
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| Chain keep flicking' and the gang keeps spending
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| Got a lot of ice on my neck man
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| Damn man, hundred bands hangin' on my backpack
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| Wrist so cold need a ice pack
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| Put four hundred bands in the mic stand
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| Woke up in the morning, bought a Maybach
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| Ooh, I'ma go do what I want to do
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| Got your baby mama, nigga tokin' out the sunroof
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| Damn boo, I'ma keep it real, I don't fuck with you
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| 'Cause you got an attitude
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| You cashed out on a Bentley Coupe
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| I'ma go and fuck your bitch tomor-row
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| Gucci loafers on when I walk, dough
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| Lil Pump smash your main ho
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| And she gon' do what I say so
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| I'ma show you how I live life
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| Made two mil in one night
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| Whole body covered in ice
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| Pourin' up fours in my Tropical Sprite
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| Murda on the beat with the murder man
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| Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand
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| Steppin' on his dope like a step dance
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| Too turnt up, can't help that
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| Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax
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| Watch so dumb it got kept back
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| Bitch so thick, she can't help that
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| 'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag
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| Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that
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| And her brain so dumb we got kept back
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| Just flew in designer to the bookbag
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| Tell her needed something real good to look at
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| Booty so big it got kept back
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| Pull up in the don, let the roof back
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| Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that
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| Chain keep flicking' and the gang keeps spending
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| Nigga keep missing' with the music
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| Baby you a human jacuzzi
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| I'ma twist a bitch like a rubix
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| I might turn my book into a movie (Gucci)
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| I'ma put a bitch in a movie, porno
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| Rockstar couple, Cher, Bono
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| Rock star my life, Muliano
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| Pull up, ten bricks of that Nelly Furtado
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| El Gato's down in The Hamptons
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| My bitch with blue hair, Marge Simpson
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| Pull up with the driver in a phantom
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| Pinky ring sick, it got cancer
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| I was just sellin' dope on camera
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| Now I got my own shoe like the Answer
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| Might pull up throw some money on a dancer
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| Hand to tip my earrings 'cause they dancin'
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| Murda on the beat with the murder man
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| Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand
|
| Steppin' on his dope like a step dance
|
| Too turnt up, can't help that
|
| Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax
|
| Watch so dumb it got kept back
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| Bitch so thick, she can't help that
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| 'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag
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| Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that
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| And her brain so dumb we got kept back
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| Just flew in designer to the bookbag
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| Tell her needed something real good to look at
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| Booty so big it got kept back
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| Pull up in the don, let the roof back
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| Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that
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| Chain keep flicking' and the gang keeps spending |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kept Back , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Evil Genius, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп