syfr – gucci flx lyrics
intro
(d-mn this sh-t is booming )
gucci slippers flexing got your b-tches on me
i let her top me off and p-ss her
chorus (xcvii)
gucci slippers flexing got your b-tches on me
let her top me off and p-ss her to the homies
switching on these b-tches man i feel like tony
n-gga thats the homies even your shorty know this
verse 1 (syfr)
gucci slippers flexing got your b-tches on me
i let her top me off and p-ss her to the homies
boy i got that weed stash got that really foreign
and i run around the block, i’m docking from the police
my flow on origami
i just might crash a camry
my flow the holy freaking scriptures
bump my sh-t with codeine
or boy you won’t decode it
i got my clip reloaded
so take a shot, take a shot
b-tch i got b-tches posing
and they all hitting kpoli
i swear they taking notice
you know we no be novice
been making big deposits
bitter clan, litter than
my lte so foreign
all my n-ggas ain’t sweet
all your n-ggas ain’t sh-t
boy i ate nine p-ssies
and they all got nine lives
i got ninety nine problems
and they all got nine lives
rolling with some fly guys
whip it up like five guys
look alive look alive
catch a n-gga outside like
chorus (xcvii)
gucci slippers flexing got your b-tches on me
let her top me off and p-ss her to the homies
switching on these b-tches man i feel like tony
n-gga thats the homies even your shorty know this
verse 2 (syfr)
i got the bag i got the bag
ain’t n0body badder than
look at the time, o what a time
fleeky wrist like jagaban
i got the bag i got the bag
kush from afghanistan
hard target like van damme
live young peter pan
pulling up with the bands
and all the hunnies are bad
couple hunnids on that -ss
while i do my hammer dance
i got your b-tch in a trance
she wanna fock with the clan
tell her pay in advance
my shoes off the wall like my vans
i got they b-tches all focking talking
like a walkie talkie over b-tches talking
she might get to suck it cuz i’m feeling lucky
and you know she dey gimme the sloppy toppy
put her on the topic when these b-tches
they be talking talking i be milly rocking
man they pockets lacking but the boy been stacking
man you gotta watch it in the shadows lurking
hit up xcvii in the studio working
got the chopper chopper for them mother fockers
im the n-gga with the kawasaki
i got the bag amma buy guissepi’s
jiggy fellas with the cool margielas
pull up flexing got them n-ggas jealous
catch me in a chevy when i hit machete
on the telly got her t-tties airing
way she on me dey like tom and jerry
really saucy chicken perri perri
double packing like i’m makaveli
green and lowkey like i’m perry
gucci slippers flexing got your b-tches on me
let her top me off and p-ss her to the homies
(chorus)
gucci slippers flexing got your b-tches on me
let her top me off and p-ss her to the homies
switching on these b-tches man i feel like tony
n-gga thats the homies even your shorty know this
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