S.O.D. MONEY GANG - Gucci Louie lyrics

rate me

Yeah,

Gucci Louie This,

Yeah

Louie Gucci That

Soulja Boy Tell em,

Gucci this, Louie that,

All out your f-cking speaker,

When it time for that beef

Strap with that desert eagle,

I get a new chain every f-cking tuesday,

F-ck n-gga try to snatch it, it's gon be his doomsday,

Arab J-bar, 3-50 pull up in my Lambo

Call that b-tch Gotham city,

Don't get it f-cked up,

I bin had hoes,

I bin had haterz and I bin doing shows,

I had tall stacks for a muthaf-cking rap chick,

... High School, crowned in my locker b-tch,

Hoes going crazy for the Leo DeAndre,

Gucci Louie Dolce Gabbana

Hey b-tch

Hey it's your muthaf-cking boy 3 fifth,

You better not trip, I'll buss your f-cking lip,

Ey yep muthaf-cking boy run and tell that,

Buss your muthaf-cking hand with that fall back,

Bounce fool jump boy, endless f-cking trap boy,

Lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com

Coming through to the squad,

Got that mutha f-cking toy,

Not a toy, not a game, branded pain,

Melvin lane, got da chain, go them thangs,

Got them f-cking roll