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bigbabygucci - carolina blue lyrics

[intro]
([?])
ayy

[verse 1: bigbabygucci]
f+ck the judge, my n+ggas know i never told (i never tell)
side b+tch do my laundry, i could never fold (i don’t do that sh+t)
stripper b+tch out in miami always keep the pole (ayy, thick b+tch, huh)
we doin’ walk+downs, drive+by’s, we don’t care if we leave him cold (ayy, ayy)

[verse 2: 10cellphones]
just went with gucci, totin’ sticks, no we can’t trust a soul (h+ll no)
i don’t tote no taurus, five+seven and we pull up four (pull up)
all this street sh+t in my blood, i can’t help it, it’s just how i’m born (i can’t help it)
this drug sh+t gettin’ boring, i been up since yesterday morning (godd+mn)
[verse 3: bigbabygucci]
i pull up with that sh+t, um (that sh+t, um), they know i’m important (yeah)
my junkie, he got big bands, he buyin’ dope like every morning (ayy, ayy, man)
i’m layin’ with a baby ‘k, they got me so scarred (so scarred)
this choppa paint a n+gga up and down, i turnt him to art (hoo+rah)

[verse 4: 10cellphones]
i had to call that lil’ b+tch a uber ’cause she got no car (no car)
countin’ racks in the kitchen man, it’s crazy i was p+ss+poor (cashin’ out)
now i f+ck around and spend a band in the shoe store (oh, god)
bathing ape with supreme and dior, this from new york (new york)
are you mad ’cause you down? f+ck n+gga, you should do more (do more)
put you up to ten+piece and i put that sh+t on, no heart (no heart)
lil’ b+tch say i’m funny, i am not no d+mn kevin hart (h+ll no)
lil’ baby eat me up without a question, i’m a d+mn star (i’m a star)

[verse 5: bigbabygucci]
spent a rack on shoes, d+dior, ain’t no [?] (yeah, yeah)
all these p+ssy n+ggas be hangin’ out, it’s a fed party (uh+huh, fed party)
why these n+ggas be talkin’ on this rick? they still owe me money (huh, yeah)
i’ma come down wit’ a real accurate stick, ain’t no [?] for running (huh, yeah)
i’ma beat the block like zaytoven
i do not say too much ’cause i still got some cases open (shh)
might poke her face, can’t have no ties, i got that ace on me (yeah)
still remember when they tried to move that weight on me (uh)
but i came back and got them timbs then i stepped on ’em (huh, yeah i stepped on ’em)
5.56, it look like jesus done wept on ’em (5.56, yeah)
shooters encrypted, they let [?] come through when they crept on ’em
i got me a check, no i’m not quan but i’m lil’ rich homie, ya dig? (ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)

- bigbabygucci lyrics

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