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gvcci hvcci - the dollars lyrics
gucci hucci selling coochie
never met my father
call my guy a motherf_cker
if he thinks that he can holler
i don’t do it for the followers
i do it for the dollars
i do it for the dollars (2x)
gucci hucci selling coochie
never met my father
call my guy a motherf_cker
if he thinks that he can holler
i don’t do it for the followers
i do it for the dollars
i do it for the dollars
bend a motherf_cker off well
will k!ll all of us
smoke a pit in the porch for the marijuana
and he is a goner
come on with the guns
when i close my eyes all i see is humpin’
all you see is bright lights
ski mask, pistol whip a motherf_cker
go to sleep fast
wake up in gucci
can i have my t__th back? (uh)
hit him in the head again, tell him ‘relax’ (what?)
every time i hit them right, that’s free crack (okay)
every time i hit the pole, that’s free rent
and i’ll drop it super low like a throwback
and i smoke so much, i need a smoke stat
roll it, spark it, hit it, hold that
so much money on me, i can’t even fold that
and i’m shopping where the only place they showin’
and i’m thinking about picking up a guy again
and i’m kicking it with megan and ashley
pop a molly with them all, get nasty
epiphany in the corner, rollin’ up a fat leaf (weed)
cough seems so d_mn high i can’t sleep (nuh_uh)
and i’m so d_mn high that i can’t speak (ah)
and i’ll stay that high all d_mn week (woo!)
fantastic, yeah, that’s me! (woo!)
get em hooked like motherf_cking toxin (woo!)
so sick that i think they’ll need those vaccines (woo!)
and i’m up all night, no caffeine
and the emotional is magic
and the da vinci (?) is classic
wanna touch my ass? but you ain’t got cash?
you’ll be brushing from that slashing
gucci hucci selling coochie
never met my father
call my guy a motherf_cker
if he thinks that he can holler
i don’t do it for the followers
i do it for the dollars
i do it for the dollars
i do it for the dollars
gucci hucci selling coochie
never met my father
call my guy a motherf_cker
if he thinks that he can holler
i don’t do it for the followers
i do it for the dollars
i do it for the dollars
i do it for the dollars
really think she must’ve died
choose one, drunk by mikkeller, run, run
i’m the only one who seems to get the job done
and i’m back from the dead like god’s son
and i’m talking bout brett, raw bits
from the back of the head, point blank
fill him up with the lead, like bang bang
gonna sew em like thread, up the dank dank
and i gotta thank ruger (?) for everything
come back like an all black bang_a_rang
call me cat woman, no anne hathaway
’till i compensate em’ on that a’ way
then i hop in the cab, that’s a getaway
and i did the same sh_t just yesterday
i’m the boss today, i’ll be the boss tomorrow, f_ck the rest
then hit them in the chest with the holo_trip
and i never borrow sh_t, got the goods, hit up the swish real quick
then i’ll fill it back up with the good sh_t
then i might do line off a fat d_ck
don’t you know i got that motherf_cking magic?
p_ss and drink is a must, called me, name was blank
he told me all the secrets, i just had to give em breaks
everybody loves me like they love raymond
and you know i keep it spice like i’m cajun
wet t_shirt covered in faygo
she gon’ juggle all her dates, yeah there ya go
let me take another sniff of the yayo
gotta motherf_cking mountain on the scale
street ballin’, sipping on the snayo
pretty boy, got me thinking bout’ giving up the tail
say he got the dough, and then he tried to bail
cut him up, sent him to his mama in the mail
god forgive me, i got these dark forces in me
hot like a fireplace
smoke like a chimney
so many drugs in me that i swear i’m going whitney
you know i keep a bad b_tch, and that fat d_ck, with me at all times
high score in k!lling this sh_t
b_tches was missing me, you know i’m still in this sh_t
wanna run up on me, on my tums, so dumb b_tch
i put a bullet in they head, make em go down quick…
gucci hucci selling coochie
never met my father
call my guy my motherf_cker
if he thinks that he can holler
i don’t do it for the followers
i do it for the dollars
i do it for the dollars
i do it for the dollars
gucci hucci selling coochie
never met my father
call my guy my motherf_cker
if he thinks that he can holler
i don’t do it for the followers
i do it for the dollars
i do it for the dollars
i do it for the dollars
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