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nitin randhawa – gucci gang [nitin randhawa remix] lyrics

[intro]
yuh, ooh, brr, brr
gucci gang, ooh
(that’s it right there, gnealz)
yuh, lil pump, yuh
gucci gang, ooh
(ooh, bi-bighead on the beat)
yuh, brr

[chorus]
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
my b-tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
i f-ck a b-tch, i forgot her name (brr, yuh)
i can’t buy a b-tch no wedding ring (ooh)
rather go and buy balmains (brr)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
my b-tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
i f-ck a b-tch, i forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
i can’t buy no b-tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
rather go and buy balmains, ayy (brr)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)

gucci gang, louis gang, fendi gang, dolce gang
‘sace gang, prada gang, lot of gangs (woo)
i don’t really f-ck with no brand names (woah)
joyner ’bout to go on a rampage (ooh)
they don’t wanna see me let the chopper bang, yeah
get this b-tch jumping like shabba ranks, ooh
what’s a lil pump to a rocket flame, yeah
turn your pink dreads into pocket chains (woo)

[verse 1: joyner lucas]
all you new rappers don’t be talkin’ ’bout sh-t except doin’ drugs
wonder how you got a name (d-mn)
sippin’ lean, takin’ e, percocets, purple drank, xanax, everything sound the same, f-ck
bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (woo)
hope you n-ggas suffer til you pop a vein, yeah
this sh-t made your mother wanna ovulate, yeah
this sh-t make conductors wanna stop a train
gucci, fendi, louis, prada, dolce (dolce)
back when i was broke and no one know me (woah)
i couldn’t afford it and now that i got the money
i don’t even want this sh-t ’cause it ain’t for me (joyner)
i always been myself, you don’t know me (woah)
yeah i was so depressed, i was lonely
the man on the horse, all i had was ralph lauren
then i went and signed a deal and bought a pony (woah)

[chorus: lil pump]
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
my b-tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
i f-ck a b-tch, i forgot her name (brr, yuh)
i can’t buy a b-tch no wedding ring (ooh)
rather go and buy balmains (brr)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
my b-tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
i f-ck a b-tch, i forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
i can’t buy no b-tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
rather go and buy balmains, ayy (brr)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)

{verse 2: joyner lucas]
hit ’em with the ric flair and the suplex
i ain’t never been scared, b-tch, i’m ruthless (woo)
raised by the ghetto
know some gangs that’ll get ’em
split ’em right down the middle like a f-ckin’ duplex
break a n-gga toes, make ’em do the two-step
crib full of hoes, now i feel like hugh hef
got a bad stripper b-tch, all we do is have s-x
and she love suckin’ d-ck so i call her loose neck (woah)
now, uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco (cinco)
i ain’t spanish but i know the lingo (lingo)
atlantic told me that my flow a hundred
but my album ain’t come unless i got a f-ckin’ single
well i don’t give a f-ck about no hit record
i’mma just remix y’all sh-t and get big off it
i’mma just murder every mother f-cking beat while i’m dreaming of gettin’ paid in my mother f-ckin’ sleep, godd-mn

[chorus: lil pump & joyner lucas]
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
i don’t really f-ck with no brand names (woah)
joyner ’bout to go on a rampage (ooh)
i f-ck a b-tch, i forgot her name (brr, yuh)
i can’t buy a b-tch no wedding ring (ooh)
what’s a lil pump to a rocket flame, yeah
gucci gang, fendi gang, prada gang (yeah)
all you new rappers don’t be talkin’ ’bout sh-t except doin’ drugs
wonder how you got a name, uh
sippin’ lean, takin’ e, percocets, purple drank, xanax, everything sound the same, f-ck
bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (bruh)
and all you n-ggas suffer til you pop a vein, uh
gucci gang, fendi gang, prada gang (woo)
i don’t really f-ck with no brand names, yeah

[verse 3: logic]
okay i was gone for a minute but i’m back now
sit the f-ck back down
seem like everybody nowadays hollywood
oh it’s like that now?
i’ma show you mothaf-ckas how to act now
i’ma show em how to act
i’ma show em how to act
okay now picture little bobby just a youngin’ runnin’ round
with his mans, hammer in his hands, feelin’ like the man
run, mothaf-cka, run
before the popo get the gun, put it to your brain like godd-mn!
everybody know you ain’t about it
everything you talk about i know i can live without it
red light, stop. green light, go!
everything ain’t what it seem like
mothaf-cka i know!
hold up, what you mean, where you been?
b-tch i been in
this is merely the beginning again
what you been living in?
a box, under the bridge, like anthony kiedis?
looking for something to complete us
and maybe lead us, f-ck an elitist
h-ll of a long way from equal is how they treat us
body of a builder with the mind of a fetus
turn on the television and see the vision they feed us
and i wish i could erase that, face facts

[outro: lil pump]
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
my b-tch love do cocaine, ooh (yuh)
i f-ck a b-tch, i forgot her name (brr)
i can’t buy a b-tch no wedding ring (huh?)
rather go and buy balmains (yuh)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
my b-tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
i f-ck a b-tch, i forgot her name, yuh (yuh)
i can’t buy no b-tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
rather go and buy balmains, ayy (huh?)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang

- nitin randhawa lyrics

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