Gucci
• Written by X4V1
There we are, fast as jaguar, we are so far in a big bar.
Gucci, my g is fucking humping on my bitch, she feels like a sandwich, we have advantage
Some people call me super human, i am just an illusion. No one knows i'm real. No one knows
What i feel, sex appeal, i thrust that dick, click click, it's a classic.
I try being more original, making it wild like a jungle
Hold on baby, imam going crazy, sex going like my rolex. Like my rolex.
Hanging with da mandem who is smoking weed, we are chill indeed
Hola amigos, where are da hoes?! We fuck like pros.
Firing our guns. Someone else wins. No longer anymore. Dat bitch weak like a door.
Can't score anymore, piff ting, fucking the big thing, holding up the trends, kill the dab,
It's a trap. Daddy goin holla. You ain't worth any dollar.
Working hard, you are a fart, who thinks you are art.
You are nothing. Hardly loving. An ass, eating grass.
Boom boom, get some room
TENTAZIONE heh
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X4V1
Member since December 9 2017