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azide – gucci lyrics

[intro]
azide on the beat

[hook: j swey]
goldie on my wrist (ey), gucci on my b-tch
goldie on my wrist (ey), gucci on my b-tch
goldie on my wrist ey, gucci on my b-tch (yeah)
goldie on my wrist (on my wrist), gucci on my b-tch

[verse 1: j swey]
drag my b-tch like bieber, [?]
yeah, i smoke that riffa, saying like a cheater
laundry at the cleaner, drink that aquafina naah, drink that raw tequila, i take shots like yihaaa
all my purple liter, on my xans dealer, all i do is smoke clean, b-tch n-gg-s try me
knockin’ my hotkey, that b-tch know me
[?], puttin’ off my team

[verse 2: lox chatterbox]
they know i got it (yeah), everything i touch is solid (yeah)
chopping the product (yeah), keeping it gucci regardless
24/7 i do it like that, n-body you know can maneuver like that
surrounded by glance, everywhere that i go, too fake shawty ain’t doing it back (ooh)
we roll up on you like nothing, testing the sh-t that we puffin’
all of your rappers ain ‘t sh-t, all of your rappers ain’t sh-t, see
i could be doing the sh-t in my sleep even if i’m under 6 feet
teasing the show, my teeth but walking with bodies up under my feet
i’m gucci, look!

[verse 3: blvkstn]
all these mcgregors f-ck you on sue, pinstripes stayin’ in the lue
black fingers always ready to shoot, show my position and keeping it true
black stone i’ma headed to bless, black ice hangin’ down on my chest
black cars, always tryna arrest me but i’m movin’ can’t f-ck with the fence
too lit to get caught in a lick, too slick to get caught with your b-tch
too turnt to be coming back down, f-ck city sh-t when run in the town
too dope to be cookin’ it up, still know we ain’t givin’ a f-ck
still gone, be out here on my toes, puttin’ that work right under your nose

- azide lyrics

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