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chef johnny – gucci snakes lyrics

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[chorus]
gucci snakes on her purse
man this love like a curse
cost a hundred for a verse
came up from the dirt
riding round in a vert
smoking down on the purp
she just wanna pop a perc
told her sip up on the syrup
pull up foreign whip skert
now my pockets don’t hurt
gucci snakes with the fur
all these n-gg-s on my nerves
keep the chopper like the purge
he gone make a n-gg- merge
switcharoo with the crew
then she gotta hit the curb

[verse 1]
high tech mixed with the syrup
now my words kinda slurred
all my friends in a herse
benjamin on a shirt
light it up and leave earth
come back and rebirth
on the hill with the work
scared boy go to church
beat the pot get the bands up
30 on me it won’t jam up
boy you broke going bankrupt
and you know yo gang ain’t tough
i was tryna get a lot of stuff
almost robbed me a brinks truck
renzo with me keep the beam tucked
knock you down and clean the scene up
gucci snakes on me feel like big guwap
diamond chains on me yeah they cost a lot
swimming in the ocean with the sharks
i almost lost my mind then i forgot
“f-ck”

[chorus]
gucci snakes on her purse
man this love like a curse
cost a hundred for a verse
came up from the dirt
riding round in a vert
smoking down on the purp
she just wanna pop a perc
told her sip up on the syrup
pull up foreign whip skert
now my pockets don’t hurt
gucci snakes with the fur
all these n-gg-s on my nerves
keep the chopper like the purge
he gone make a n-gg- merge
switcharoo with the crew
then she gotta hit the curb

[verse 2]
snakes all on my body feel like im in the jungle
counting all this money tryna stay humble
my mamma said i got the ball just don’t fumble
and i don’t want them drugs if they don’t come in bundles
i want a phantom
stay with my n-gg-s we running them bands up
black and white diamonds they looking like pandas
sippin on fanta
ride through atlanta
i feel like im santa
i got a lot of bands on me got bands on me got bands on me
i got some xans on me got some xans on me pull up off the street
i think she love me that’s just what she say
she fell in love with these gucci snakes

[chorus]
gucci snakes on her purse
man this love like a curse
cost a hundred for a verse
came up from the dirt
riding round in a vert
smoking down on the purp
she just wanna pop a perc
told her sip up on the syrup
pull up foreign whip skert
now my pockets don’t hurt
gucci snakes with the fur
all these n-gg-s on my nerves
keep the chopper like the purge
he gone make a n-gg- merge