Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ONLY BUILT 4 GUCCI DRIP , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album LA BELLA MEDUSA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопONLY BUILT 4 GUCCI DRIP |
| Exotic crops, in from Fiji |
| top-hats and a pop-off like ecstasy from Houdini |
| Got that Ally Sheedy |
| Selling ziti out the twenty-eight |
| All fiends on Farragut seek out |
| Eat ratchet bitches like Puma Suede |
| A slave in a cage, numerous hustles |
| Keep ‘em sedated, I stay paid |
| Satyricon gimmicks and lyrics |
| Hard like scords are Hasidic’s |
| After but before business |
| We’re abortions that survived, takin' portions of ya spine |
| Stay unlawful ‘til we die, stay high |
| Let the reverend run up a tab ten bundles and eight pies |
| Heist of the century, sellin' ice out the Chevy like Garfield |
| Except I bake pies with |
| Monsters and rock, sniffin' Panama, catch a vacant stare |
| Lost in the haze catch a taste like Jamaican Air |
| I got demons that will never die |
| I’m bumpin' Rakim Allah in the ride |
| You the type to see the guy’s who tuck your weiney between your thighs, |
| I couldn’t empathize |
| How I feel inside, only the Lord knows, was born broke |
| Willing to kick a chair from under a secure rope |
| Now the plug look like Eddy Gordo |
| You might see me fighting my bored out Bordeaux |
| With a freak who take molly through a corn hole |
| Opportunist — In a Jag dressed like Dr. Loomis, movin' |
| That little bullshit you guys been doin' it is not amusin' |
| (woah) piss on your lawn with drawn armory |
| I grew up around medicine men, no Sean Connery |
| I saw that the Fuzz was onto me, and then I paid for the face-lift |
| Now my pain is where the steak sit |
| I get fellated in a space ships, face it |
| You and your man split a twelve-pack and kick it |
| Talkin' about how you almost did it, but reality is frigid (Almost) |
| Similar to the blood givin' my brain oxygen |
| And I ain’t stoppin' until your whole block look communist |
| Until SWAT ain’t knockin' and walkin' away is not permitted |
| Fuck swimmin', I got some cement loafers you can fit in |
| You trippin', fibbin' all of your lyrics so you really penny-pinchin' |
| I’m getting' it with Non Phixion and my pen is ridiculous |
| Walk out of the choir with a big stick |
| with a big dick |
| Big money clip big drip |
| Big swammy and a big clip |
| Big family and a big clip |
| Que yea-yea-yea-yea-yea, real shit |
| Real bloods, real clips, real demons, real lit |
| We the top, yo these guys |
| ride |
| Spin the block, east side |
| Hit the opps, three times |
| Thotty give me and that’s obituary |
| kids choose Uzi’s with |
| Shooters that do the brutalest there is |
| Oodles and shoes and pills |
| Ludes and |
| Cougars with pierced pussy lips |
| Only built for Gucci drip |
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