Nick Grant feat. D.R.A.M. - Gucci Plug paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Gucci Plug - Nick Grant feat. D.R.A.M.




This is Heaven I swear, send the devil my prayers
Look hoe I'm showing my ass, that mean I'm never embarrassed
Everything is 'bout business, I feel like Erick and Parrish
Quite bored with the games, back to checking you squares
This that murda murda, aye send my best wishes
The game's a dirty hoe, a well dressed mistress
My blood cuz say I blew up, am I set tripping?
'Cause when you popping bitches talk they even text different
Such a fresh prince, Will Smith and Wesson
I'm so fucking sharp, could stick some shit to tetanus
Okay the ice on chill, but shit my life is Netflix
I came and took they spot when they argued who the best was
Okay it's Nicky baby, I parked the Benz on the curb
I ain't have no excuses, I had to make that shit work
Go ahead and drool on it baby, I been dripping since birth
'Cause when shit ain't that sunny, I throw that shit in reverse
I'm gone
I just had to run it back, when the rain is on your cap
Make you wanna run away, go back to a sunny day
And I don't want no cloudy skies, when I look up in your eyes
I see you feel the same, let's go back to the sunny days
Me and Hit in this bitch, and my bitch got a bitch
I ain't giving them shit, only dinner and dick
Tat my name on your arm, that mean you gave me your heart
This the flow of the Gods, here's a verse from the psalms
Swimming in that paper, let's make the world move
Expensive linen, switching women like girl groups
Don't make me pull up on you, I did my curls too
Too many clown niggas, I let the world spoof
You, life is a motherfucker but daddy's back
When I'm bucking, get to ducking like Aflac
Man these hoes outta pocket but still can have the sack
Never indirect, I'm at your chest like the cabbage patch king
No it ain't a thing that we won't do for love
Only in business, I must remove the grudge
Talk 'bout what them do but they don't do enough
Got you bleeding red for my green, I need a Gucci plug
I just had to run it back, when the rain is on your cap
Make you wanna run away, go back to a sunny day
And I don't want no cloudy skies, when I look up in your eyes
I see you feel the same, let's go back to the sunny days



Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Shelley Marshaun Massenburg-smith, Nick Grant, Greg Davis, Terrell Elbernita Twinkie Clark



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