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gucci bagg - cult5ive lyrics

aye
(brr)
you know what it is, ysk

i just went and bought a whole gucci bag
raf simmons and the louis got no tags
bad b*tch in the reeboks got no swag
take her out, go and buy that b*tch a bag
bad bitty, i ain’t love the way she sw*ng
hood rich, i’ma make her drop that thang
i got lots of cash, love my frito*lays
smokin’ up the stash, then i fade away

bad kid, i got rulers everyday
i don’t need a strap, let my blade hit fadeaway
bought a bottle just to numb up all this pain
rolling woods, i don’t toke up with no lame
stop that, yeah you know i came to play
talk back, let the draco have it’s say
off that, got the drugs up in my veins
new whip, got a tuner cost a fortune
f*ck a ‘rarri, make the gang feel less important
no atari, playing games with my emotions
pouring fanta, mix the pink up like a potion

i just went and bought a whole gucci bag
raf simmons and the louis got no tags
bad b*tch in the reeboks got no swag
take her out, go and buy that b*tch a bag
she ain’t want me till she see i got that swag
been down, till i went and got a bag
now i’m bossing with the brodies throwing flags
i got diamonds dripping on my gucci bag
i’m like a model how you see me with the mags
30 clip like my b*tch you know i’ll drag
hanging low with my belt you know i sag
got designer on my belt you know i sag
got this girl up in my ear like b*tch you nag
private jet you know i’m greeted when i land
i got racks all in my jeans cause i’m popping tags
they can’t stand me when they see me with the fans
cause all i do is put my shine on, watch me flex out on they friends
i’m in a benz, see me switch up with my man quick, he in a lamb
i heard she flirting cause she think that i’m the plug
she tryna feel me up just to get a cup
i got kings on me, my gang a royal flush
they hate to love us, you could say we just know what’s up
mona pourin’ fanta, d*mn that’s purple love
you can see us in the club, they ain’t one of us

double cup, purple ounce
pour up , pour up
big ‘ol rings, jaba ya sound
glow up, glow up
graduated, no cap and gown, do coca
we got drums, no pow*wow, my trap got soldiers
ain’t no love for opposition, competition getting clapped
i don’t care if that’s ya b*tch, if she want d*ck, she getting smashed
my heart’s been cold since i lost my bros, ain’t got sympathy for most
remember days i’m dodging the social scene, i get more peace in being alone
if you f*ck around with that f*ck around
you gon’ f*ck around, and get f*cked around
got a 40cal, it drop like 20 down, stand over ya body watch you f*cking drown in ya own blood
after call ya b*tch up on the face time, show her what i did & and leave ya bae crying
taking 10 of yours as 3 takes 1 of mine

make ’em run from rugers, its a bl!ck*a*thon
that b*tch been a thotty, thought she was the one
plan b, freddy kruger, kids she k!ll a ton
shoulda left the kindergarten on her tongue
hold up, hold up
true shordy, i’m cautious, you see you better run
when instead she got it, texing me “its ‘gon be fun”
finna pull your heart out and make it sing, please

i just went and bought a whole gucci bag
raf simmons and the louis got no tags
bad b*tch in the reeboks got no swag
take her out, go and buy that b*tch a bag

- cult5ive lyrics

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