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gucci flipflops - enemies lyrics

[produced by: boi-1da & ob o’brien]

[intro: gucci flipflops]
gucci!
flipflop!

[hook 1: gucci flipflops]
i got enemies, got a lot of enemies
every time i see ’em, something wrong with they memory
they tryna take it away from the gucci. from a gucci
f-ckin’ with the kid and pray for your gucci

[verse 1: gucci flipflops]
got a couple people online tryna throw dirt on me
while i’m sippin’ dirty sprite and just don’t give a f-ck
cause i know they ain’t got words on me
here a couple people talkin’ trash
tryna figure out if i should respond to you
now i remember the only people i give a f-ck about is the people i respond to
so i’mma lay down like their nonexistent career
yeah, i’mma start talkin’ ’bout the women that got in some tears
cause my d-ck too big and i can’t handle it
and my d-ck too big and they can’t handle it
kissing bald heads is good luck, so i put my d-ck on her lip
guch take shots, burn out, and then i get reloaded
yeah, your girl hermione and she grab my wand
she love it when i hocus pocus

[hook 2: gucci flipflops]
yeah, i got enemies, got a lot of enemies
i got a lotta people tryna drain me of this energy
they tryna the wave from a gucci
f-ckin’ with the kid and pray for your gucci

[verse 2: emperor aguila]
(l’eggo)
i got energy, i gotta lotta energy
sly thots befriending me, my thoughts render the
simile industry like a striker in the inner streets
finna ralley an alley, turning turkies into dinner meat
i go ham, my hoe pole dance, yours? no thanks
giving gashes, fishing for flashes of fire works
on the fourth of july, a liar twerks awry
imma worth a try, toasting, roasting, the guy
i’m eatin’, yeah boy, i’m eatin’
sleeping sirens keeping under a thick rock, dreaming
iron, shrieking thunder, the big c-ck feeding, peeping
tom carrol, i’m heralded, coughin’ up ya creaking coffin
mothaf-cka, snap like a center under pressure
psycho charity case, have ya quarter back, record a rap
parody ma$e, inherently face the fact that
i call the shots, eye ball a lot, smoothly to be exact
emp

[hook 2: gucci flipflops]
i got enemies, got a lot of enemies
i got a lotta people tryna drain me of my energy
they tryna the wave from a gucci
f-ckin’ with the kid and pray for your gucci, man

- gucci flipflops lyrics

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