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$lim gucci - don't call me a hurricane lyrics

[verse 1: $lim gucci]
(i’m that cracker with that pack, give them boys hiccups)
(i’m some trailer park garbage that you ain’t getting rid of)
(i’m that cracker with that pack, give them boys hiccups)
(g+g+give them+ give them+ give them boys hiccups)

this that project blunt let’s light up, uh, how i get this high up? uh
if i start just falling down, it’d be some to admire, uh
behold the sun forever setting on that horizon, not rising
marcus mariota, way my soda give life a lil heisman

i’m not a judas, i just took one too many meds
i ain’t mean to go stupid, i don’t remember what i said
if they tryna get technical, tell em call an elеctrician
what’s a bag? i got several and they all consist of pеnnies, ah

[verse 2: saliva grey]
(talk about the sally, they ain’t selling what i’m selling)
(ain’t a god d+mn drug have you feeling what i’m feeling)
(talk about the sally, they ain’t selling what i’m selling)
(talk about the sally, they+ they+ they ain’t+)

find me trapping all through shockoe bottom, your plug dryer than nevada
weather sunny, sally clouded, hit that traffic, gotta light it
light another for my dogs in the sky, got a shine
got a .9 if a motherf+cker wanna try me
keep it g, all i know motherf+cker
what you know bout the hustle? you ain’t grown, got no muscle
boy you soft, need a chew, what you want? i’ma do
what i want till i’m gone, i keep dropping till i drop, uh

[verse 3: 99zed]
(woke up in the morning like where the f+ck my blunt at?)
(99 the coach and i’ma make y’all p+ssy run laps)
(woke up in the morning like where the f+ck my blunt at?)
(where the+ where the+ where the f+ck my blunt at?)

i be slow riding, my windows down bumping lil ugly mane
so much smoke spinning in the air, look like a hurricane
i’m with the dogs so it’s a good day, don’t come
and k!ll my vibe, lil b+tch, cause 99 got good aim

switching up lanes so much, you finna get motion sick
don’t need a persona, i’m already cold as a b+tch
don’t got no time for a trick cause i’ma first round pick
you could go even check the stats and peep that i don’t miss

[outro: $lim gucci, saliva grey, 99zed]
(i’m that cracker with that pack, give them boys hiccups)

(ain’t a god d+mn drug have you feeling what i’m feeling)
(big ass crib on the corner, you can barely see my ceiling, big ass+)
(woke up in the morning like where the f+ck my blunt at?)
(where the+ where the+ where the f+ck my blunt at?)
(99 the coach and i’ma make y’all p+ssy run laps, lapping all these p+ssies)
(when i’m dropping, you gon bump that)
(when i’m dropping, you gon bump that)

- lim gucci lyrics

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