paroles de chanson Gucci Loafers - ohtrapstar

Hello?
Keva
Hey, don't call my phone

In my Gucci Loafers (In my Gucci Loafers)
In my Gucci Loafers (In my Gucci Loafers)
In my Gucci Loafers (In my Gucci Loafers)
Yeah, my bitch got a Gucci purse
Now she tryna get wifed up, but she a groupie first
In my Gucci Loafers (In my Gucci Loafers)
In my Gucci Loafers (In my Gucci Loafers)
In my Gucci Loafers

In the 'Rari yeah we ride around
Ride around, move around
Tell your hoe "Move around"
Let her know her nigga a clown
Diamonds dance, chandelier
Patek Philippe, diamonds clear
She just popped a Percocet, now
At the mall, with my Balmains on
I've been working hard, all night long
I won't ever stop, keep the diamonds on
And I'm flexing with the team
Put some red bottoms on my feet
And I'm flexing with the team
Put some red bottoms on my feet
Put some red bottoms on my feet

In my Gucci Loafers (In my Gucci Loafers)
In my Gucci Loafers (In my Gucci Loafers)
In my Gucci Loafers (In my Gucci Loafers)
Yeah, my bitch got a Gucci purse
Now she tryna get wifed up, but she a groupie first
In my Gucci Loafers (In my Gucci Loafers)
In my Gucci Loafers (In my Gucci Loafers)
In my Gucci Loafers

Walk up in the Gucci store
Spent a check up on my fit
At the jeweler, yeah I flood my wrist
Ride around, in the Bentley Truck
Get the money, now we flip it up
Get your hoe, tell her "Cook it up"
Hit the racks, then we throw 'em up
Tell that bitch, tell her "Throw it back"
Put them racks, put 'em in a Jag
Moving fast, smoke a lot of gas
By the pound, make a lot of noise
Break the roof, smoking on the boof
Pour me wok, yeah we smoking boof

In my Gucci Loafers (In my Gucci Loafers)
In my Gucci Loafers (In my Gucci Loafers)
In my Gucci Loafers (In my Gucci Loafers)
Yeah, my bitch got a Gucci purse
Now she tryna get wifed up, but she a groupie first
In my Gucci Loafers (In my Gucci Loafers)
In my Gucci Loafers (In my Gucci Loafers)
In my Gucci Loafers