| Gucci got it going on, bout to roll one a mile long
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| Walking through Hell with gasoline drawers on
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| Niggas saying the 'wop falling off, they got me all wrong
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| Bullshit on top of bullshit, it get piled on
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| I’m a OG, you better get your child, take your child home
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| You’ll be long gone, all gone, no one to call on
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| Big diamonds on my bezel, damn near bigger than rhinestones
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| GuWop, 1017, 'nother milestone!
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| (Hello, hello, hello, I’m painting everything red, no more yellow
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| I’m pulling double headers, wish I never met her
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| Rihanna, Umbrella, Gucci,, I’m like «fuck a Cinderella»)
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| Puchanella, Puchanella wearing cashmere sweater
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| This year I’m doing better so my paint mo' wetter
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| And she can’t trick you less you let her, my Jordans patent leather
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| I want your bitch, I go get her, smashed her, now can’t get rid her
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| Puchanella, Puchanella, give me that pussy, don’t let up
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| I chase that paper, don’t let up (x2)
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| Kiss that little girl one time, then I’ll never let her let up
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| Kiss that little baby one fucking time, then I’ll never let up
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| 100k spent on my rings, 100k spent on my jeans
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| 100k spent on my…, 100k, throwed on her spleen
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| 100k, fucked all her team, 100k spent on her…
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| 100k spray through my team, we chase paper, Charlie Sheen
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| I guess them bezzie, my wife, done slaughtered them
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| I’m not Casino but I just be killing it, killing it, killing it
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| The bitch say she wanna fuck on Young Thug because he the real-i-est
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| Ah! |
| Bitch, I’m attending the party, these niggas are jeal-i-ous
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| I done po’d a eight inside a fo', I’m po’d (slow up)
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| I done spent my last thousand with mojo
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| I’m so easy to rob, I’m always at the store
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| I could treat her like cray cause I keep big ol' bowls
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| Ah, she got that «come back», she got that «hum-tam»
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| She got that Bill Clinton, she got that YSL
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| She got that «skrr-skrr», she got that «ooh-wee»
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| She got that bomb, lady, she say I’m ugly |