| Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
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| Gucci just gave me M’s, haha
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| Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (Yeah, no cap, Wop)
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| Chillin' on the beach with my million-dollar freak, I let the water clean the
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| sand out her sandals
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| Came a long way from trappin' out a shotgun house in Alabama, passing eagles
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| like Randall
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| Red carpet shawty with a bitch like a Barbie and a tailor-made suit from
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| Alessandro
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| I did a robbery, a nigga tried to buck on the pistol, I reversed it and hit him
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| with the handle
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| Yeah, it’s hard, but it’s fair, but it’s tough on a square
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| You know salt kill snails, not players
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| Sell water to a whale, put a whale on a scale
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| When the hammer hit the motherfuckin' nail
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| Send a bale in the mail, fuck the judge and the jury
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| And the jail and the motherfuckin' cell
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| Know Chanel and it’s Gucci, you can tell
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| You can smell, I’m a player, pull up in a V12
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| I wear Gucci all the time, if I’m lyin', then I’m flyin'
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| This exclusive, can’t get it online
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| Shawty party all the time, and she fine, dead fine
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| And the bills, she don’t pay 'em no mind
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| Tailormade, I don’t do the cleaners no more
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| Light billi', I don’t really spend M’s no more
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| Stadiums, I don’t do arenas no more
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| Fuck handcuffs, I don’t wanna see 'em no more
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| Italian stallion, Rocky Balboa
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| Plug with the cord tryna sell a motherload
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| Whip it off the stove, gotta use another bowl
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| Swerve past a hater like a hole in the road
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| Link with the gang, don’t sell your soul
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| Freeze my crew, I’m subzero
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| Fish in the dish, tryna find Nemo
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| Took a nine and a half, made a whole kilo
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| Fur like it’s winter still, rain on the windowsill
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| Summertime drop-top, fresher than a summer hill
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| Candlerville, run the town, pull up where your mama live
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| Opp in every hood say I’m not really wanted here
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| Diamonds in my right ear, diamonds in my wife ear
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| Future say life good, yeah, it’s really nice here
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| Niggas I don’t like here, niggas wanna fight here
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| Touch you me, zap you with the fire, Buzz Lightyear
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| Chillin' on the beach with my million-dollar freak, I let the water clean the
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| sand out her sandals
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| Came a long way from trappin' out a shotgun house in Alabama, passing eagles
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| like Randall
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| Red carpet shawty with a bitch like a Barbie and a tailor-made suit from
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| Alessandro
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| I did a robbery, a nigga tried to buck on the pistol, I reversed it and hit him
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| with the handle
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| I done spent a couple mil' on clothes and another half a mil' on her toes and
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| her sandals (Toes)
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| She was suckin' my dick behind her old man back, now that’s what you call a
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| scandal (Ah)
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| She like to gangbang, like the way I throw it up, now she wanna fuck a red
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| bandana (Yeah)
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| Young nigga gettin' freaky with these hoes, let 'em rub my back with a goddamn
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| candle (Swear)
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| Peep out the way they be glist' on the wrist, I can put this shit on without
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| tryin' (No cap)
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| Look at the twinkle and glisten, it’s no pretty penny, it cost me a dime (Dime)
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| Pimpin' 'em early, these bitches is dirty, they fuck on your mans all the time
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| (Shit)
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| Too hard to snooze and lose, I’m slimy, I’m sneakin' this shit every time (Yeah)
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| I hit more bitches than Rocky Balboa
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| Black diamonds on me, they came out the sewer
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| She call me Prince and I’m fuckin' her raw
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| I know that I save her, she call me the Lord
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| I’m rockin' Dior and it ain’t in the store
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| I sleep in the coupe and I’m rich as a whore
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| Look at my cars and play eeny-miny-moe (Pick one)
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| Bullets in the clip, and they long as your toe (Grrt, grrt)
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| Give her five racks and she suck 'til it’s sore
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| Iguodala diamonds big as your toe
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| Cuban link on me thick as a rope
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| You told and you broke, you a rat and a roach
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| She not a squirter, but that pussy soaked
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| Mmm, it felt like we fucked on a boat
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| Mmm, my dick ain’t no weed, but she choke
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| Mmm, bought her five-thousand-dollar soap
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| Chillin' on the beach with my million-dollar freak, I let the water clean the
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| sand out her sandals
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| Came a long way from trappin' out a shotgun house in Alabama, passing eagles
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| like Randall
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| Red carpet shawty with a bitch like a Barbie and a tailor-made suit from
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| Alessandro
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| I did a robbery, a nigga tried to buck on the pistol, I reversed it and hit him
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| with the handle
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| Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
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| Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gucci Land , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Gucci Mane Presents: So Icy Summer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп