Gucci Cologne

Yea yea noooo
It's out of my hands it's out of my hands now
Yea yea oh
I want more money
I want more friends
Shawty love me yea
We was just friends

I just want love yea is it too hard to get
When shawty said she love me I don't forget
Shawty came in with an iced out watch
That shit look fire baby please say sum

I've been working hours just to build your trust
I'm feeling alone now hoes a must
Tryna get my bread up Elon Musk
I'm gon fuck your bitch wearing Gucci Cologne
Dance on that dick i feel like Al Capone

You ain't nothing but a booty call to me,
When I'm out here feeling sad and lonely,
And when you change your mind please don't phone me,
Cause in the end nothing really matter to me
I'm just a sad loser please don't mind me ohhhhh (oh oh ohhh) me ohhhh (oh oh ohhh)
ohhhhh (oh oh ohhh) me ohhhh (oh oh ohhh)

Listen you're cool I like your vibe
But for me you're just to dry
Mabye we could be something if I tried

Shawty came in with an iced out watch,
That shit look fire baby please say sum,
All these hoes are fake, I cannot trust,
Declining all her calls, yea that's a must,
She want me for my bread, she's full of lust, and...

I'm gon fuck your bitch wearing Gucci Cologne
Dance on that dick i feel like Al Capone
You ain't nothing but a booty call to me
When I'm out here feeling sad and lonely
And when you change your mind please don't phone me
Cause in the end nothing really matter to me
I'm just a sad loser please don't mind me ohhhhh (oh oh ohhh) me ohhhh (oh oh ohhh)
Ohhhhh (oh oh ohhh) me ohhhh (oh oh ohhh)



Credits
Writer(s): Arron Sawka
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