Gucci Fangz

Gucci gold fangs
Hoes go insane
Every time I fuck, she wanna pull on my chains
But I won't cuff the thot, that ain't part of my game
Goth bitch hella fucked
But her pops who to blame, look
Gucci gold fangs
Hoes go insane
Every time I fuck, she wanna pull on my chains
But I won't cuff the thot, that ain't part of my game
Goth bitch hella fucked
But her pops who to blame, look

She the type to suck it in a Cybertruck
If you love that thot, then you better keep that bitch tucked
Cause one wrong move and I'ma have to bag a new slut
I don't gotta try, we got skill
We don't need luck
Talk about bread and watch me pull up with a Brinks trunk
Talk about ice and I'ma hit you with this slug shine
Bling blaow bitch
What you know 'bout these VVS?
A punk rock thot in my lab
Call her Dee Dee
Me and my dawgs came up, you mad huh?
Now I get a lot of bread, unlike my rap opps
Naw, gimmie that steak
I don't want no ox
When it come down to fits, your clothes just don't talk
What you mean hoe?
I get them blues every day hoe
Cleat check the mob
These Balencis and McQueens hoe
We don't care 'bout these nerds
They get no dough
But watch how they bitches always try and get a photo

Gucci gold fangs
Hoes go insane
Every time I fuck, she wanna pull on my chains
But I won't cuff the thot, that ain't part of my game
Goth bitch hella fucked
But her pops who to blame, look
Gucci gold fangs
Hoes go insane
Every time I fuck, she wanna pull on my chains
But I won't cuff the thot, that ain't part of my game
Goth bitch hella fucked
But her pops who to blame, look
Gucci gold fangs
Hoes go insane
Every time I fuck, she wanna pull on my chains
But I won't cuff the thot, that ain't part of my game
Goth bitch hella fucked
But her pops who to blame, look
Gucci gold fangs
Hoes go insane
Every time I fuck, she wanna pull on my chains
But I won't cuff the thot, that ain't part of my game
Goth bitch hella fucked
But her pops who to blame, look



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Writer(s): Bruno Pérez
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