Brandun Deshay Gucci DeShay текст песни, слова песни Gucci DeShay Brandun Deshay
Brandun Deshay - Gucci DeShay
[Verse: Brandun Deshay]
True story, I started this like eleven o'clock Chicago time and I'm gonna to the whole mixtape tonight and go to sleep fucking exhausted
This whatcha all been waitin for
The space ship has finally taking off
Space hoes in they space clothes
Tell them to take'em off
Break em off proper on that Kit Kat shit
Smelling like success
Get a big ass whiff
I'm the gift and my presence is the present
I'm guessing it's a lesson, my confession to the reverend
I'm sorry I had to kill'em! Wouldn't pay me attention, I bill'em
Since I was a chillen Id see them BMXs and steal em
A bad boy just a tad coy
Getting told on like the tabloids
Quiet but my actions made loud noise
Now more than ever I crave attention, I'm ADD
On my last shows I brought many hoes, like 80 deep
Skatin cheap, cheap skate, my money in wallets
Till I cop Impalas, polish em big like Christopher Wallace
I honestly think I'm hotter than most of your favorite rappers
Turns them girls on like old people do cClap-Ons
Dick so big my girl thought it was a strap-on
It took fucking forever to find this beat just to rap on
Now it's on, I'm starting to get warmed up
Practice drills, rappin til I'm stackin mills
I'm tryna get more bucks
Like Milwaukee scouting couch I'm trying to get more Bucks
These hoes full of drugs more than Lil. Wayne tour bus
I'm sure you know, super flow, super beats, super three
They used to call me Super lame, what that make me, Superman?
Well call me Clark Kent, I get more ass than a park bench
Dirty toilet seat, Don't start shit
That's a smart tip If you want it you should take it
Rapper is like love, don't fake it just make it
... and we keep it moving, Maestro
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