gucci mane - chanel bag lyrics
[intro: gucci mane]
brr, brr
it’s gucci
brr, brr
[chorus: gucci mane]
she don’t want no lame n+gga, she like drug dealers (brr, brr)
her p+ssy ain’t for broke n+ggas, she like rich n+ggas (brr, brr)
i’ma do her hair, her nails, her toes and keep her fly (it’s gucci)
she might get a chanel purse if her head is fire (yeah)
she don’t want no lame n+gga, she like drug dealers (brr, brr)
her p+ssy ain’t for broke n+ggas, she like rich n+ggas (brr, brr)
i’ma do her hair, her nails, her toes and keep her fly (fly, fly)
she might get a chanel purse if hеr head is fire (her hеad fire)
[verse 1: gucci mane]
yellow four+door coupe, it look like a photoshoot (yoom)
got a yellow b+tch with me and canary yellow juice (yoom)
buy her chanel, i got crazy clientele and that’s true (and it is true)
and if i tell that b+tch to jump, then she gon’ jump off the roof
act like it’s a honeymoon, we ain’t even jump the broom (uh)
suckin’ me like a vacuum, man, this b+tch must be on shrooms (ooh)
i was tryna keep it cool, no pressure, call me mr. smooth
when i whip my d+ck out of my pants, the elephant in the room (well, d+mn)
and she just broke up with her ex, young n+gga didn’t have no money (no)
a black girl, but she give head like she a snow bunny (well, d+mn)
i just gave her five thousand and told her, “it’s gas money” (gas)
he be askin’, can he borrow? he gambled his last money (last)
[chorus: gucci mane & jt]
she don’t want no lame n+gga, she like drug dealers (brr, brr)
her p+ssy ain’t for broke n+ggas, she like rich n+ggas (rich n+ggas)
i’ma do her hair, her nails, her toes and keep her fly (keep her fly)
she might get a chanel purse if her head is fire (her head is fire)
she don’t want no lame n+gga, she like drug dealers (drug dealers)
her p+ssy ain’t for broke n+ggas, she like rich n+ggas (yeah)
i’ma do her hair, her nails, her toes and keep her fly (city cinderella)
she might get a chanel purse if her head is fire (uh)
[verse 2: jt]
i give bad b+tch, these b+tches don’t give that (they don’t)
he was your lifeline, ho, i came and k!lled that (i did)
i love to show off, b+tch, that’s why the top back (skrrt)
i know your stalkin’ ass seen a ho top that (hi)
only get high overseas, ho
microdosin’ in a thong, smokin’ weed, ho
watch what you say, b+tch
f+ck what you mean, ho (f+ck what you mean, ho)
i’m the real deal, you the meme, ho
hoes hate me, but i’m still gon’ stunt (f+ck ’em)
chanel bags, got three this month (bags)
bail hoppin’ with a thief and a pump
presi’ on my wrist, i scam like trump (not guilty)
i post it twice, just to rub it in (haha)
i’m keisha fine, b+tch, show your friend
[chorus: gucci mane]
she don’t want no lame n+gga, she like drug dealers (drugs)
her p+ssy ain’t for broke n+ggas, she like rich n+ggas (rich)
i’ma do her hair, her nails, her toes and keep her fly (fly, fly)
she might get a chanel purse if her head is fire (her head fire)
she don’t want no lame n+gga, she like drug dealers (brr, brr)
her p+ssy ain’t for broke n+ggas, she like rich n+ggas (rich n+ggas)
i’ma do her hair, her nails, her toes and keep her fly (fly, fly)
she might get a chanel purse if her head is fire (her head fire)
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