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Gucci
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Rap
Gucci was released on February 9, 2022 by BossMan Dlow as a part of the album Gucci - Single
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Release DateFebruary 9, 2022
LabelBossMan Dlow
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bossman Dlow
Bossman Dlow
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devante McCreary
Devante McCreary
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ski, Ski, Ski
D-Lo, D-Lo
That boy 4-6
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Miss me with that dumb shit, 'cause I ain't tryna hear it
My pockets on fuck it, might just rent the Bentley
If it ain't 'bout no money, I can't pay attention
And if you lookin' for me, I be in the trenches
You is not my main squeeze, you my side ho
Runtz in my Gravelly got my eyes closed
Pussy bitch, ain't nothin' sweet, I keep my nine close
Got this lil' bitch on her knees with her mouth open
He is not who he say he is, he a pretender
I hate when people owe you and try to act like they don't remember
'Cause she don't wanna fuck you 'cause
You couldn't take her out to dinner
And she gon' fuck me 'cause my trap swing like Dollar General
I'm the type to get a rental and go and five percent it
You the type to pillowtalk, hatin' 'cause I'm winnin'
I'm the type to walk around, four pockets full of Benjamins
You the type to make that bitch leave you, you ain't spendin' shit
Shrimp scampi and lobster, drug dealers and robbers
He is not no killer, he is a imposter
He ain't got no money, he got two hundred dollars
Can't afford them Jordans, he's a window shopper
Miss me with that dumb shit, 'cause I ain't tryna hear it
My pockets on fuck it, might just rent the Bentley
If it ain't 'bout no money, I can't pay attention
And if you lookin' for me, I be in the trenches
She's an alley cat, she a hood rat
She don't shave that pussy, she get Brazilian waxed
She's a broke bitch, how you deal with that?
Heard you told, jit, how you live with that?
He got five, but he be cappin', he ain't gon' dump it
I really be trappin', gettin' to the money
Had to make it happen, bitch ain't give me nothin'
I'm already married to them crispy hundreds
I'm the type to sell two zips for the twenty-eight
You the type that got a hundred pistols, got on dirty J's
I'm the type of guy, pockets fat, out of shape
You the type never seen a thousand dollar plate
Snappers and trappers, you hang with actors
She gave me sloppy, you kissed her after
Wonder why she on me, my pockets is fatter
Fuck her, choke her, slap her, then you can have her
Miss me with that dumb shit, 'cause I ain't tryna hear it
My pockets on fuck it, might just rent the Bentley
If it ain't 'bout no money, I can't pay attention
And if you lookin' for me, I be in the trenches
Written by: Devante McCreary
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