S.O.D. Money Gang Gucci Louie текст песни, слова песни Gucci Louie S.O.D. Money Gang
S.O.D. Money Gang - Gucci Louie
Yeah,
Gucci Louie This,
Yeah
Louie Gucci That
[x9]
Soulja Boy Tell em,
Gucci this, Louie that,
All out your fucking speaker,
When it time for that beef
Strap with that desert eagle,
I get a new chain every fucking tuesday,
Fuck nigga try to snatch it, it's gon be his doomsday,
Arab J-bar, 3-50 pull up in my Lambo
Call that bitch Gotham city,
Don't get it fucked up,
I bin had hoes,
I bin had haterz and I bin doing shows,
I had tall stacks for a motherfucking rap chick,
... High School, crowned in my locker bitch,
Hoes going crazy for the Leo DeAndre,
Gucci Louie Dolce Gabbana
Hey bitch
[Chorus]
[350:]
Hey it's your motherfucking boy 3 fifth,
You better not trip, I'll buss your fucking lip,
Ey yep motherfucking boy run and tell that,
Buss your motherfucking hand with that fall back,
Bounce fool jump boy, endless fucking trap boy,
Coming through to the squad,
Got that mutha fucking toy,
Not a toy, not a game, branded pain,
Melvin lane, got da chain, go them thangs,
Got them fucking roll
[Chorus]
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