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gucci flipflops - pretty boy lyrics

[verse 1:]
hair long, i’m a pretty boy
from the south, not a city boy
know where your girl is sitting boy
and all these ladies on me, got them sitting boy
and they squatting, and they squatting
gucci flipflops, but right now i’m rocking crocs cause i want to
red and black, red and black like a lumberjack
got the b-tch and she l1cking all of my stack, l1cking all of my stack
oh my god, got that syrup on my stacks
know what i mean, oh my god i’m on that lean
purple rain, purple rain like i’m from the future
i’m the prince but really i’m the king, i’m the king

[verse 2:]
looking like i’m in a metal band in the meadowlands
got that “make you wanna rob me with the metal” bands
oh, sh-t hit her with the bone, yeah get that death metal blasting
yeah, pinned up on my mattress, oh my god gucci pendergr-ss
oh man, got you b-tch and i pinned her -ss
with this d-ck, i’m so f-cking sick, l1ck up on that cl-t
oh man, i’m just gonna keep rhyming, i’m never dying

[verse 3:]
let’s speed it up, don’t give a f-ck
l1cking on her b-tt, pushing all her b-ttons
man, i’m so f-cking pretty when i come up in your city
all these b-tches showing t-tties
looking like i’m diddy, looking like fift
cause your bankrupt, got the b-tch gon suck
she gonna let me put it in her b-tt
and oh my god, know that’s gonna happen
cause i just keep on rapping, i just keep on rapping
like it’s motherf-cking christmas
got a b-tch, i’m giving this d-ck for christmas
yeah know what i’m talking about, gift wrap that sh-t
always wrap that sh-t, oh my god
make sure you always wrap it

[outro:]
all this gas got me looking like a greaser
had her the green sir
let her take a breather
tell that ho, breath ho
don’t get greedy tho
don’t get greedy tho
all about my dough
give a f-ck, imma rob that hoe
oh my god, oh my god, oh my god

- gucci flipflops lyrics

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