¡GUCCiPURSE!

(Ugh, Sock it to me, Jazz)
(The Cosmos)
Smokin' on this gas, puffin' nebula
Told her to hit me on my cellular
You know that I am not no regular
It's gettin' hot, go check the temperature
She was your girl, but I'ma get her first
She gettin' thirsty, so I quench her thirst
She'll do whatever for a Gucci purse
I get her wet, then I lift up her skirt

Whoa
Baby girl, I like when you get on the floor
Yeah, you really know how to drop it low
Oh, I wanna see you put on a show, yeah, yeah
Ahh!
I've been screamin' because it's got me fucked up
No, you didn't even show me enough love
Got me cryin' out to the Lord above us, yeah

Smokin' on this gas, puffin' nebula
Told her to hit me on my cellular
You know that I am not no regular
It's gettin' hot, go check the temperature
She was your girl, but I'ma get her first
She gettin' thirsty, so I quench her thirst
She'll do whatever for a Gucci purse
I get her wet, then I lift up her skirt



Credits
Writer(s): John Mitchell Ii, Nelson Sherman
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