lucas coly - gucci up lyrics
[intro: lucas coly]
girl, you badder than a motherf-cker
sh-t, let me take these double g’s off right here
[verse 1: lucas coly]
i just popped a perc now i’m gone
you can’t see me moving off that mary jane
got a n-gga acting cheeky
i ain’t tripping off you n-ggas
give a f-ck about a [?]
h-ll yeah, come and pay me
i talk money in my sleep
all my n-ggas bosses tell me “what the f-ck is beef?”
og in my blunt and please do not forget that kief
and i don’t like these red bottoms on my feet
shawty do it all, on my mama she be geeked sh-t
i be on elite sh-t
i got an elite b-tch
you be on that hoe sh-t on that switch up every week sh-t
you’s a f-ck n-gga
hate a f-ck n-gga
i tell her bool it, quit it, hit it (let the drugs hit ‘ya)
i’m in love with the f-cking money
put it in her then she f-cking running
if she gonna p-ss the kush, n-gga
don’t you ever, ever ever clutch it
keep her with me i ain’t never bugging
she roll it for me never got to puff it
tell her ‘ima f-ck her real good
i ain’t never ever, ever bluffing
[bridge: lucas coly]
she ‘gon make it pop like uzi yeah
girl, let me f-ck you right
you ain’t cuff no rookie yeah
yeah, finna beat that p-ssy up
but first things first, let me put my gucci up
[chorus: lucas coly]
gucci up
let me put my gucci up
first things first, let me put my gucci up yeah
beat the p-ssy up
finna beat the p-ssy up
when i’m done with you girl it’s time to pour d’usse up
[verse 2: drebo]
put that gucci up
she got gucci on her b-tt
always buy that gucci stuff
gucci purse and gucci cups
squeezy baby yeah, that’s me
might just buy a gucci truck
let me pipe her in designer so i call that gucci f-ck
only smoking on that gas
let me take a gucci puff
and she loved to rock that prada ’till i showed her gucci love
gucci b-tch, gucci clique
now come l1ck this gucci d-ck
even got a gucci stick
it came with a uzi clip
i don’t love no goofy b-tch
gucci shoes, got gucci kicks
hit her once and now she stiff
gucci lipstick on her lips
say she wanna go to paris so i let her take a trip
she ain’t never knowed ’bout gucci till i showed her what it is
squeezy baby
[bridge: lucas coly]
she ‘gon make it pop like uzi yeah
girl, let me f-ck you right
you ain’t cuff no rookie yeah
yeah, finna beat that p-ssy up
but first things first, let me put my gucci up
[chorus: lucas coly]
gucci up
let me put my gucci up
first things first, let me put my gucci up yeah
beat the p-ssy up
finna beat the p-ssy up
when i’m done with you girl it’s time to pour d’usse up
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