Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gucci Bag, artist - Playaz CircleDate of issue: 29.10.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gucci Bag |
| Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants |
| You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag |
| You don’t want to see me mad, I’ll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle |
| bag |
| I’m bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag |
| And I don’t want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag |
| Feds hot, they on my ass, gotta shake 'm off |
| They wanna half me on the go, they get shaken off |
| Hoe, they been off, I’m bout to do a major cost, shoppin on the lot |
| Know I’m scrapen paper off windows, etc, pillos and extras |
| Gs will respect us, or we’ll make it treacherous |
| That’s what we do, ever play Tetris |
| Or better yet Grand Theft, shootin up your Lexis |
| Once was the half not, till we start progressin |
| Fuck goin half now, we want this whole section |
| South side, we wrecklis |
| Columbine F ones, specials, with the dollar sign sketches |
| Niggas bout to hate us, my lawyer never call back |
| My case never came up, so it’s time to blaze up |
| Streets, they don’t want that, guess you wanna blame us |
| When you see us, you need Jesus to save us |
| Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants |
| You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag |
| You don’t want to see me mad, I’ll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle |
| bag |
| I’m bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag |
| And I don’t want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag |
| I got Gucci on the armrest, next to a freak |
| Walkin through the projects, with Gucci on my feet |
| I put Gucci on the seet, when I customise the Vert |
| Unzip the top, my car look like a perse |
| I’m up in Gucci, poppin tags in my Gucci glasses |
| I leave with two hoes, and put them in the Jag |
| My duffle full of purple, with them Gs on the side |
| So now I’m like, fuck you, I got Gs on my side |
| Seven four five, four fives inside |
| Eat speghetti on the selli, with Parelli on the time |
| I count fetti on the telli, watchin Belly or The Wire |
| And my belly all tatted, like I bairly ever tired |
| If you need some money, hoe, Magic City hiring |
| And if there is demand, we will supply it |
| See, I’m the man, if I like it, I buy it |
| But I ain’t none of your man, bitch, stop lyin |
| Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants |
| You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag |
| You don’t want to see me mad, I’ll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle |
| bag |
| I’m bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag |
| And I don’t want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag |
| You niggas don’t take me serious |
| You niggas goin make me furious |
| I be in something so luxurious |
| Your bitch is lookin at my jewelry |
| Cocaine, no, you see me with that high dro |
| Just another misdemeanor for the five O |
| Fuck another family, just up in the tiho |
| Member me and Lil G, up in Chicago |
| We keep them pipes breathin, Gucci in the Rolls gold, the flow seepin |
| You see a couple of hoes, stealin |
| You pop beas, the don piece for no reason |
| At home, millions in fetti, no treason |
| It don’t have no meanin, you is not speakin |
| Yeah, now let a nigga try to fuck with that |
| Cause Shawnna got a couple jabs in my duffle bag |
| Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants |
| You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag |
| You don’t want to see me mad, I’ll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle |
| bag |
| I’m bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag |
| And I don’t want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag |