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the game – gucci flip flops lyrics

[intro: jay z]
hit with the rico they repo that vehicle
sh-t was all good just a week ago
about to start snitchin’, ain’t you?
ready to start b-tchin’, ain’t you?
i forgive you, i forgive you
hustlin’ just ain’t you

[verse 1]
if you listenin’ to this now that mean swizzy got it cleared for me
2018, what a f-cked up year for me
take it back to january, n-gga lost his father
only way i got through it was bumpin’ wayne’s first carter
with the speakers blarin’, windows down on my mclaren
see the wheels and it’s apparent, this why these f-ck n-ggas starin’
had a premonition, parked and got out, calabasas far
triple x, biggie, pac, n-ggas k!ll rappers in cars
that was back in june
i missed out on a couple million, gotta get back in tune
i wake up, work out, hit the studio right after noon
still gotta pack a tool to pick my kids up after school
don’t put me in no situation where one of us n-ggas have to lose
’cause you’ll be in a casket soon
closed tighter than mac and tune
another cl-ssic with no jigga verse, it’ll happen soon
go bar-for-bar with jigga
last wish of a young spitter even if the verse is k!ller

[chorus]
that is not how i die, i seen my death
seen all you n-ggas’ demise, folded hands on your chest
always put my n-ggas first, they pray for my last breath
thought i did n-ggas right, ’til n-ggas start goin’ left
gucci flip flops, ten toes down where i stood
gucci flip flops, n-gga, i done got it from the mud
gucci flip flops, hoppin’ over fences ’cause i could
in gucci flip flops, never switchin’ sides on the hood
gucci flip flops

[verse 2]
still listenin’? i want y’all to picture this
me and you tradin’ lives, now tell me what the difference is?
more money, more problems
and more n-ggas who wanna k!ll you
more empty patrón bottles
and i don’t condone violence but n-ggas on phones wildin’
n-ggas on apps cappin’, them choppers at full volume
i put money on n-ggas’ books, got houses out foreclosure
one call’ll open fire on n-ggas and force closure
i’m too o.g. for this sh-t
built my career off the rock, memph’ bleek in this b-tch
comin’ of age, even squashed my beef with meek for this sh-t
get off the phone, stop speakin’ and sh-t
soon as 12 close the door on you n-ggas, mouth leakin’ and sh-t
go to jail, cut a deal, can’t do a week in that b-tch
that’s why i stay away, somewhere on a beach with a b-tch
watchin’ narcos, listenin’ to the weeknd and sh-t

[chorus]
and this is not how i die, i seen my death
seen all you n-ggas’ demise, folded hands on your chest
always put my n-ggas first, they pray for my last breath
thought i did n-ggas right, ’til n-ggas start goin’ left
gucci flip flops, ten toes down where i stood
gucci flip flops, n-gga, i done got it from the mud
gucci flip flops, hoppin’ over fences ’cause i could
in gucci flip flops, never switchin’ on the hood
gucci flip flops

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