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jazy - gucci lyrics

[intro: paydro]
got your boy jazy, on the beat

[chorus: tj300]
fear of god pants that i rock
my money long like the hand on a clock
used to have nothing now bands what i got
these n-ggas act like they ’bout it they not
sing to a b-tch like i’m lucci
everywhere i go my body in gucci
smokin’ gelato my weed be so fruity
all this designer got loui’ and gucci
clips in my choppa be long like a movie
i need a doctor this lean got me woozy
i don’t tote pistols i keep a lil uzi
look at my outfit i’m smooth like a smoothie
sing to a b-tch like i’m lucci
everywhere i go my body in gucci
smokin’ gelato my weed be so fruity
all this designer got loui’ and gucci

[verse 1: ybk]
youngboy come in with the drip
i got that gucci all up on my hip
we got them diamonds that shine on our wrists
had to boss up i’ma flex on these jhits
off the gelato tj rolling sticky
xo come in toting 50’s
223’s making them dizzy
hit that girl one time she miss me
cooling in the tropics
all my brothers on it
balling on these youngins , bet i’m balling like a rocket
get the check deposit
u know that i got it
’bouta cop more gucci
lettuce hanging out my pocket
want it then i bought it
please don’t be astonished
all my brothers dripping too hard
we won’t stop it
u know , we gon’ be iconic
all this lean it make me chronic
had to drop a lot of thotties
heard a lil hoe was demonic
ayy
ayy, ayy
tj , xo, ybk
we just been counting the cake
gucci all up on my waist
don’t got no time for the fakes
youngboy gon’ flex everyday
u know i’m up on midway
i got the chop let it spray
came in too hard
play by the cards
me and my dawgs out here making this art
hate get you scarred
glock stay on guard
shooters on standby pull up in your yard
pull up in your yard
light it up cause i’m a star
than we make a hunnid bands
and the people gon’ regard
that we got money
drenched up in gucci , y’all bummy ayy

[verse 2: xo waterway]
vlone religion i’m to it
i’m my own shooter i bust clips
i get blue hunnids in closed zips
kissin’ on p-ssy not no lips
gold marukami on v’s
i hit the dash you can’t see
shawty she feenin’ on me
motorboating on her d’s
me and my draco shoot threes
me and myself we are just in a team
all of these thotties are feens
i’m sorry for being mean
i stack the blues all over my jeans
watch where you walking don’t trip on my lean
mcqueen on my bottoms you know that it’s clean
my girl a model she come out my dreams
i tote the uzi where’s the sprite?
she burp on my d-ck but you know it felt nice
walk to her house and i kiss her goodbye
that hoe is yours? well she’s mine
all of these bars ’cause you know i got time
jazy on this to the 9
where’s my paper you know i could sign
vvs’s on my t–th make her blind
she close her eyes like she’s brock
gotta go catch these thots
take a break you got snot
i’m self made i am hot
ride my wave it’s on lock
she throw her v like she’s spock
whip her hair this ain’t rock
we coolin’ together we sippin’ that wok

[verse 3: tj300]
got a white b-tch in the coupe deville
mad at me because i keep it too real
talking all reckless and you can get k!lled
got so much drip when i walk that sh-t spills
get out my face i only see money
try to finesse me but i ain’t no dummy
b-tch you look crusty i think you need make up
tj300 the baker my cake up
off white my kicks
got drip on my lace
if you not suckin’ d-ck
get the f-ck out my place
i’m livin’ good
i’m good everyday
i’m wit this b-tch and she feeding me grapes
i’m going ape
i’m going looney
look at my belt and its louie’
me and my n-ggas rock gucci

[outro: tj300]
fear of god pants that i rock
my money long like the hand on a clock
used to have nothing now bands what i got
(got your boy jazy on the beat)
these n-ggas act like they ’bout it they not
sing to a b-tch like i’m lucci
everywhere i go my body in gucci
smokin’ gelato my weed be so fruity
all this designer got loui’ and gucci

- jazy lyrics

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