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deep$ide (@deepside999) - new gucci bucket hat 2 (feat. yvngxchris) lyrics

[intro: billie holiday]
trill
i’ll be seeing you
in all the old familiar places
that this heart of mine embraces
all day and through

[verse 1: yvngxchris]
i got the glock in the duffel bag
i’ma get to the money, i can’t get enough of that
i’m feelin’ like future, my new gucci bucket hat
that p+ssy boy lackin’, where the f+ck your [?] at?
don’t say what i say, my n+gga, your not tough for that
i slide on the opps one time, then i double back
glock 19 on my hip and i’m uppin’ that
i heard your music n+gga, what in the f+ck is that?
that sh+t was horrible
i carry the stick like a charger that’s portable
you got any b+tches? that sh+t was rhetorical
i’m ballin’ like kobe, i’m playin’ in oracle
i’ma get to the money, my n+ggas gon’ get a check
said he want smoke, i’ma give him a cigarette
“chris got money, where the f+ck he get it at?
i know he be rappin’, n+gga, but it isn’t that”
n+gga that’s none of your business
yeah, i’m catchin’ em’ lackin’, spinnin’
your b+tch in the telly, she gaggin’ and spittin’
“yvngxchris is a b+tch,” you gotta be kiddin’
“he spazzin’ my n+gga, that gotta be written”
and i’m not gonna stop, so i’m stackin’ the millions
and that n+gga a p+ssy, that’s just how i’m feelin’
i just came out the trap and i’m smellin’ like gas, man, they thought i was dealin’ (d+mn, d+mn)
i just want the money, i don’t got no time for these b+tches
these n+ggas be cappin’, sayin’ that they gang, but only come around when i got the riches
y’all n+ggas be sayin’ that y’all ride or die, but when the police come in, y’all turn into snitches
i’m married to the money, gave it a ring ’cause yvngxchris+o never needed a missus
or maybe i do, but i can’t even tell you
they say i’m the sh+t, they say, “chris, i can smell you”
say “yvngxchris broke,” n+gga, i could sell you
free all of my n+ggas locked up in that cell too
i’m smokin’ exotic, got pack in the mail too
if i got a problem, my shooter will k!ll you
your n+gga locked up and that gang won’t bail you
i stay with that stick, shoutout my n+gga l lou
alright b+tch i’m+
(verse 2: deep$ide)
still getting money outside
don’t forget the name deep$ide
from the westside to the eastside
blood on the leaves and tree vines
got a lot of people in my f+cking face
not tay+k but i did the race
got an ak and a can of mace
like pusha t, we run away
i win the battle when i go to war
greatest ever, do you want some more?
i levitate when i sense hate
this cobra kai, i’m your sensei
procrastinate just so i’m late
but you still lucky if i’m in the place
rihanna water, this that lemonade
i been evil in my f+cking dau, (i’m evil)
so how can i fail you
i did not tell you, i’m getting money
you don’t know my worth, but im flexing
i’ll catch a hater even when sunny
so why they always talking playboy
i do not play boy, that girl a bunny
i remember them saying i was down on my luck, homies they thought it was funny
my vision is crystal clear, i had a h+ll of year so where do i go from here
just straight to the top

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