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doja woja - gucci buckle كلمات الأغنية

ah, yeah
ah, yeah
my gucci buckle on
my gucci buckle on

if my gang wasn’t down to slide, b_tch, i would go alone
load the choppa, dump the mag, and let it blow alone
demons walkin’ ‘round my mind, it’s why i’m so alone
bodies cold, ironic, heater make it snow alone

we don’t do no sh_t for clout, money, or double tones
vip me, know they fear me, shook a couple bones
was that youngan flippin’ sacks out of a troubled home
i don’t like to flex but, sh_t, my gucci buckle on

you’d think these boys all work at lids, way it’s a lot of cap
(a lot of cap)
i’m open_fisted on these beats, way i can make ‘em slap
(i make ‘еm slap)
hold the applause, i bend hеr over, i can make it clap
(make it clap)
she drippin’ wet, i’m in that water while i f_ckin’ tap
(f_ckin’ tap)

livin’ like a red cup, i’m solo
grab the ‘gar, roll it up, blunt dolo
hittin’ l!cks in my bright blue polo
she gon’ ride when we f_ck like the logo
pipe down, why you talk like that
nightgown, she gon drop it like that
my sound make her walk right back
white pounds, go and flip my sack

i wake up ready to hit me a l!ck
put on my shoes and i pick up the stick
married as f_ck, gave my heart for the gang, but i fell in love with a muhf_ckin’ (motherf_cking) bl!ck

actin’ like you knowin’ sh_t ‘bout a flip
b_tch, you the one payin’ two for the zip
my lie detector be right on my hip
i blew her back out like i was a crip

smokin’ that boy, roll him up in a blunt
all of you p_ssy, and you is a b_tch (a b_tch)
all these boys green like a muhf_ckin’ runt
think they a glock, way they all gotta switch

ah ah
think they a glock, way they all gotta switch, ah ah
ah yeah

they must be yellin’ all the time, way it’s a whole lot of caps
(whole lotta caps)
we on the low ‘bout what we do, baby, it’s all under wraps
(it’s under wraps)
they can’t do sh_t to me for lyrics ‘cause they know it’s a trap
(know it’s a trap)
i’m tellin’ stories ‘bout a life they wanna wipe off the map
(wipe off the map)
it’s been a while since i had a little purp in my cup
(it’s been a while)
i’m wilding out like every day, and no, i don’t give a f_ck
(don’t give a f_ck)
b_tch, i’m a dog, i’ve been the one, and all you lil boys some pups
(you all some pups)
i’m finna (fixin, to) find his ass and hit him with my stick like a puck
(hockey stick, b_tch)

if my gang wasn’t down to slide, b_tch, i would go alone
load the choppa, dump the mag, and let it blow alone
demons walkin’ ‘round my mind, it’s why i’m so alone
bodies cold, ironic, heater make it snow alone

my gucci buckle on
my gucci buckle on

my gucci buckle on
my gucci buckle on
my gucci buckle on

- doja woja

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