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Gucci Guilty
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Gucci Guilty è stato pubblicato il 31 maggio 2022 da Purple Luxury Club come parte dell'album It's All In Good Taste - EP
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Data di uscita31 maggio 2022
EtichettaPurple Luxury Club
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM93

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Woods
Rob Woods
Songwriter
Terrance Carrie
Terrance Carrie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DTP
DTP
Producer

Testi

Aye
Hood **** on runways in high fashion
Used to wake up to gunplay and sirens
Now I wake up in sunshades with models
Finally livin' no longer just survivin'
(Come on, yea whoa) Aye
Finally livin' no longer just survivin'
(Come on, yea whoa whoa) Whoa
Finally livin' no longer just
Aye
Hood **** on runways in high fashion
**** say I'm a cat I turn to Carole Baskin
**** talk a lot but ain't about no action
Baby we some kings
Young successful black men
I don't get booked much promoters tap in
Hope them tickets sell out shit I'm tryna cash in
Sonny in Bronx Tale I need the back-end
Can't call me a sell out he don't know what cap is
Out the trenches out the mud
I was never found guilty 'less it's Gucci when I hug
I'm a gangsta not a thug Michael Corleone
And when it come to fly shit you know I put it on
All gold no silver an art dealer
I'm really Bruce Wayne **** you just Val Kilmer
Outta Fillmoe took it the Flats and beyond
And I'm black owned taking double shots of Deleón ****
Aye
Hood **** on runways in high fashion
Used to wake up to gunplay and sirens
Now I wake up in sunshades with models
Finally livin' no longer just survivin'
(Come on, yea whoa) Aye
Finally livin' no longer just survivin'
(Come on, yea whoa whoa) Whoa
Finally livin' no longer just
Aye
Quit the flex on the gram baby it's not poppin'
Said her man was the plug that's shockin'
Put my foot in the door **** I'm not knockin'
Couple ways to get paid now I got options
Front row of the runway like I'm high fashion
Put me next to ya best men and I might splash em
God told me it's good **** I might ask Him
An advance for the next play and I like cashin'
Who you think put the ticket up it's not free
If it don't look like it's long term it's not me
These ain't Guccis they Bruce Lee's i'm head turnin'
I don't fuck with no small plays I'm bread earnin'
Big worthy, no James run it up
It's no comparison **** ain't done enough
I'm Deebo with this cake put ya hunnids up
One play made a long way sum it up
Aye
Hood **** on runways in high fashion
Used to wake up to gunplay and sirens
Now I wake up in sunshades with models
Finally livin' no longer just survivin'
(Come on, yea whoa) Aye
Finally livin' no longer just survivin'
(Come on, yea whoa whoa) Whoa
Finally livin' no longer just
Written by: Rob Woods, Terrance Carrie
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