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duwap kaine - gucci rag lyrics

[intro]
’bout to wash my face wit’ a gucci rag
n-gga who is you? go and check a bag
yea-yeah i keep my steamer, better think fast
if you run up then you won’t last
go inside the mall, i can’t check a tag
got a lambo’ and it so fast
yeah, my big bros, they be off the cigs
i be rollin’ blunts, they be so big
big bands in my pants, i’m off the molly and i’m off a xan
i can’t walk, i can’t dance, can’t do anything, can’t even stand
like god d-mn, god d-mn, god d-mn (woo)

[verse 1]
my n-ggas tote big guns, tote big guns, got big choppers
my n-ggas be off the drugs and off the weed
yeah, we off the yoppers
my n-ggas some real n-ggas, we’ll pull up like a helicopter
tryna disrespect me
get on yo’ knees ’cause you know i’m yo’ d-mn father
you done did a k!ll, you done did a drill
now yo’ n-gga yellin’ to the army
re-real n-ggas turn to fake n-ggas
they’ll switch on ya’, supossed to be ya’ partner
hate n-ggas, i hate n-ggas, i just hate n-ggas that act sour
try to get yo’ cash, try to get it fast
they just want yo’ d-mn power

[interlude]
ayy, hol’ up, ayy, hol’ up, hol’ up, ayy, ayy, hol’ up

[verse 2]
say you got the money, you ain’t even show it
say you got the pistol, you ain’t even blow it
say you got the fo’, but you ain’t even po’ it
and my gr-ss, i really gotta mow it
got a lot of cash, now i see these mad hoes
got a lot of bricks, i’m trappin’ out the bando
and yeah i’m sippin’ lean, i swear it got me movin’ slow
yeah, i’m on the go for them bank rolls
all i want is money and that motherf-ckin’ gold, yah

- duwap kaine lyrics

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