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max ox - gucci jeans lyrics

intro:
[golf commentator]
at the 8th, a par 3
“it’s gucci bro!”
that’s a seven iron, i don’t know what they’re talking about
hehehe, gucci
it’s gucci, baby. it’s good
that means it’s good
ok, i’ll take it. gucci equals good

verse 1:
[mcgunna]
she ride on my d-ck like a bicycle, aye
no 3 b-tches call that a tricycle, aye
vision blurry go get me some bifocals, aye
no we fancy call it a monocle, aye

verse 2:
[max ox]
bars so ill like antivax
blue as f-ck like fairfax

music stops:
[mcgunna and max ox]
blue? homie you good?
nah, i just thought it cool
oh, ight

verse 2 continued:
[max ox]
i’m your girls midnight snack
k!lling that p-ssy don’t know where i’m at
it’s dead and alive like schroedinger’s cat
hasta luego, you know this is fuego
don’t look at me boy, your -ss is feo
flow never dry cuz’ we spreadin’ that mayo
southern boy, but won’t catch me say y’all
she wearin’ calvins can’t unhook a bra
you think you’re insulting but i am the ultimate
i’ll f-ck you up b-tch in melee or brawl

chorus
[max ox and mcgunna]
rolls royce and faygo dreams
flippin’ patties b-tch i’m supreme
f-ck your b-tch in gucci jeans
f-ck your b-tch in gucci jeans

bad b-tches and codeine
you got a girl but she part of my scheme
f-ck your b-tch in gucci jeans
f-ck your b-tch in gucci jeans

verse 3:
[mcgunna]
your girl like me better
she gave the crew neck like your ralph lauren sweater
bedspread down feather
i’m sharp call me cheddar
a quality man peep my varsity letter
i’m radiant boy like i glow in the dark
i nut twice in your girl like we on noah’s ark
you wonderin’ why you be losing the spark
cuz’ i sn-tched your girl and i’m leaving my mark

verse 4:
[max ox]
runnin’ sub 4 like your sols
your girl a wh-r-, oh yeah, she smells
like ahi tuna and clamsh-lls
catch of the day eat that fish filet
40 year old virgin, ay
steve carrell

verse 5:
[mcgunna]
i f-ck your girl hard till she losin’ her socks
she call me fantastic like i’m mr. fox
and we poppin’ up on you like jack-in-a-box
knocking the jibbitz right outta your crocs

chorus:
[max ox and mcgunna]
rolls royce and faygo dreams
flippin’ patties b-tch i’m supreme
f-ck your b-tch in gucci jeans
f-ck your b-tch in gucci jeans

high tops and dungarees
waistband wrapped with double g’s
f-ck your b-tch in gucci jeans
f-ck your b-tch in gucci jeans

outro:
[max ox and mcgunna]
aye, what’s up?
just got back in town
yeah, i saw you were in new york
yeah, i hit the gucci store on the way out, guess what i copped?

- max ox lyrics

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