Gucci Talk Lyrics

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Yeah, woah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Woah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Woah, woah

Woah, yeah

She want me to keep her, but she not a keeper

Shawty fast she got that speed just like a fucking cheetah

Creeping through your window like I'm Jeepers Creepers

I'ma hit this reefer, she gon bust a liter

If they coming for me, I'ma pop that thing

These niggas sound so goofy when they copy my slang

Don't do no window shopping, I'ma cop that thing

This sub-machine Uzi, it go brrah-brrah bang

I go hard in the paint like Waka Flocka Flame

Shawty who the fuck are you, and how you got my name

Might upgrade you to my boo if you can top my main

Shawty know that I'm the truth, so she won't lie to me

Icing on my ear yeah, glow like Chandelier

Ain't no one I fear yeah, colder than a beer

Call my Glock Chris Angel, cause it make you disappear

We wet you like a tear, then hop up on a leer

You don't own no Gucci, you can't talk that Gucci Talk

Blowing up my phone, she love to talk that coochie talk

Shawty love to do her hair, while she rocking my Moncler

At a hotel in Bel-Air, blowing Runtz all through the air