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yamine - gucci on my (remix) lyrics

[hook: 21 savage]
gucci on my shirt, gucci on my hoes, n-gg- (you know it)
gucci on my shirt, gucci on my hoes, n-gg- (you know it)
rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, n-gg- (you know it)
gucci on my shirt, gucci on my hoes, n-gg- (you know it)
rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, n-gg- (you know it)
gucci on my shirt, gucci on my hoes, n-gg- (you know it)
rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, n-gg- (you know it)
gucci on my shirt, gucci on my hoes, n-gg- (you know it)
gucci on my shirt, gucci on my hoes, n-gg- (you know it)

[verse 1: yamine]
yamine with the flow
got many tempos and many shows
got four rows after rows
got show first and b-tches poles
i’m too fresh and clean
you n-gg-s already know
gucci everything, gucci everything
2017, 2017
all my clothes are designers from overseas
i got too many hoes that are relying on me
and i got everysingle b-tch in different flavors
including j-panese
gucci on my shirt
gucci gucci everywhere
no need to steal her purse
cuz i’m providing welfere

[verse 2: yg]
g’d up in that gucci, boo’d up with your hoochie
shhh, victoria secret, i f-cked her in that coochie
yg’s doin’ okay, yg’s got it maid
yg getting paid, yg’s skin clear, yg got a raise
yg got some hoes, yg on the play, yg with the sh-ts
prolly hit your b-tch in the wraith (yeah, yeah)
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, f-ck it up
pay me, walkthrough, f-ck it up
the fn, fn f-ck ’em up
under my designer, tucked
boss b-tch, boss b-tch, boss b-tch
i need me, need a boss b-tch
one that take d-ck and talk sh-t
no weave, i’d rather her bald head

[pre-hook: 21 savage]
gucci on my shirt, gucci on my hoes, n-gg- (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, n-gg-
gucci on my shirt, gucci on my hoes, n-gg- (they know)
rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, n-gg- (they know, they know, they know, they know)

[verse 3: quavo]
50,000 dollar back end at the shows, n-gg- (100)
pull up in that bald head, amber rose, n-gg- (hey amber)
feds takin’ pictures, sh-t, strike a pose, n-gg- (flash)
million dollar lawyer jews, can’t wait to dismiss ’em (jew!)
spend ’bout a dub in gucci (gucci)
got your b-tch wet in her coochie (eughh)
my n-gg- just got out of prison (huh)
he already totin’ an uzi (hrrrrt)
the pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
money like frank lucas (frank)
walk out the bank in some gucci (bank)
50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

[verse 4: takeoff]
broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
jalapeño, block is hot (hot)
duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
put a four up in the pop (act’)
so much gucci on me
hoppin’ out with double g, they thinkin’ i was wop (wop)
flooded wrist, i got the breitling loaded (ice)
now i can’t even see the clock (nah)
draco make his heart stop (rah)
split him like a pop tart (split him)
gucci golf suit, tiger woods
in the back, gucci golf cart (skrrt)
heard you had to give the bread back
’cause you couldn’t get the sack off

[verse 5: offset]
offset, ayy
gucci my collar, gucci my b-tch
spend a lil’ money, that sh-t ain’t no problem (spend it)
not good, i’m gucci
gave that b-tch back to the hood, she groupin’ (yeah)
my diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
i f-cked up the scene and she act like she knew me (smash)
open your lip, the stick start shootin’
like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt (pop!)
i remember you used to be good on me
now that i’m gucci, i’m f-ckin’ these thots, thots
connect with the plug like wi-fi
you know we on top, it is no tie
i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch, n-gg-, why lie? (smash)
make the brick disappear, voilà
yes, i’m a migo, you know i’m a migo
i’m sh-ttin’ on n-gg-s like ca-ca (facts)

- yamine lyrics

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