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xanman - gucci down (remix) lyrics

[chorus: xanman]
bad b-tch wanna be gucci down
bad b-tch wanna be gucci down
lil’ b-tch wanna be gucci down
you pull out a stick, better shoot me now
got designer bag, like she in a movie now
bad b-tch wanna be gucci down
bad b-tch wanna be gucci down
lil’ b-tch wanna be gucci down
you pull out a stick, better shoot me now
ooh, i been, cartier frames on my eyelids
i got a bad b-tch and she brown skin
got gas in the window, brought a pound in
got designer on me, ooh, i’m drownin’
i ain’t ’bout to play games, this spy kids
got a bougie girl, wanna have my kids
ooh, i only want the bop, give me five minutes

[verse 1: xanman]
ooh, baby, give me five minutes
can i dive in it?
ooh, let’s just hope n-gg- ain’t sign sh-t
street n-gg-s gon’ trap ’til they find a benz
i been sellin’ adderall for five bands
hey now, don’t reach in my pants
i’ma beat the block like i had five hands
she want to get turned up, take five xans
i-i make the cash talk, n-gg-
glock make him fast walk, n-gg-
g-g-got the junkies off the bath salts, n-gg-
that n-gg- dead, it ain’t my fault, n-gg-
so many drugs, i took five hawks, n-gg-
stop lookin’ down at my b-tch walk, n-gg-
you ain’t never seen a stick talk, n-gg-
i’m a stripe gucci flip-flop n-gg-
why you purpin’? move a big glock, n-gg-
go with your big homie told her go get her n-gg-
she wanna be gucci down, put her in gucci flips
never knew n-gg-s around ’cause i know goofy n-gg-s
i feel like 2 chainz, you gettin’ mad, i’m gettin’ richer
they think i’m bruce wayne, i’m in a foreign with extensions
that n-gg- purpin’, give him 24 hours, he missin’

[chorus: xanman & rico nasty]
bad b-tch wanna be gucci down
bad b-tch wanna be gucci down
lil’ b-tch wanna be gucci down
you pull out a stick, better shoot me now
got designer bag, like she in a movie now
bad b-tch wanna be gucci down
bad b-tch wanna be gucci down
lil’ b-tch wanna be gucci down
you pull out a stick, better shoot me now
ooh, i been, cartier frames on my eyelids
i got a bad b-tch and she brown skin
got gas in the window, brought a pound in
got designer on me, ooh, i’m drownin’
i ain’t ’bout to play games, this spy kids
got a bougie girl, wanna have my kids
ooh, i only want the bop, give me five minutes (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: rico nasty]
bad b-tch wanna be gucci down
when i’m in the city, i’m louis’d down
eyes on my back, i see you now
ain’t smokin’ propane, put that sh-t out
he got good numbers, we lockin’
pull up in a drop top, i ain’t droppin’
i got runners on the clock, i don’t clock in
if the p-ssy good, he gon’ take you shoppin’
don’t none of my money fold
girl, yeah, my wallet gettin’ towed
i do not know what you want
baby, i been on the road
ooh, i’m on an island
p-ssy so wet, he wanna dive in
need a money machine when i’m countin’
he said he got money, i doubt it

[verse 3: yungmanny]
left hand up, right hand up
everybody do the gucci down
we spendin’ bands, no merry-go-round
i got a .40 on me, send your man to the clouds
uh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
walk down with a to-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ool
uh, uh, i’ma pull up in the g-wag
two tone stick, we gon’ aim where he sleep at
acl, i might just shoot at his kneecap
suppressor, pew, i shoot with no feedback

- xanman lyrics

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