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bradystreet - guccibag! lyrics

[chorus: bradystreet]

all the angels want me back, all the demons got my back
my emotions turn black, ’cause i want that gucci bag
living lavish, popping tags, everywhere i’m [?]
my emotions turn to black, ’cause i want that gucci bag
all the angels want me back, all the demons got my back
my emotions turn black, ’cause i want that gucci bag
living lavish, popping tags, everywhere i’m [?]
my emotions turn to black, ’cause i want that gucci bag

[verse 1: bradystreet]

{?}
{?}, {?] flexin’
{?} ’cause you thinking ’bout them captions
all these fake rappers make me nauseous
{?}, need some diamonds on my wrist
they don’t wanna see me win, i’ve been rapping like {?}
ever since i told myself i have to be a f-cking man
{?}, i ain’t never looking back
{?}, {?} so fantastic
all the demons {?} me, b-tch i’m doing damage
{?}
{?}

{?}, i want it
{?}, i want it
don’t want you to call me
smoking {?}

[verse 2: keterboy]

b-tch i got that gucci bag, b-tch i got that gucci bag
b-tch i pull out my shotty, put a n-gg- right on his back
private jet doesn’t lag, on that booty i play tag
and you know i got that heat although my rapper name is trash
but your name is trash, counting all that cash
b-tches call me hank ’cause i pull up right with that gas
got that gucci bag, with that louis tag
flash p-ss p-ss on that -ss, i’m smoking gr-ss, uh

[chorus: bradystreet]

- bradystreet lyrics

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