Starkid - Gucci Talk

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Yeah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Woah, yeah
She want me to keep her, but she not a keeper
Shawty fast she got that speed just like a fucking cheetah
Creeping through your window like I'm Jeepers Creepers
I'ma hit this reefer, she gon bust a liter
If they coming for me, I'ma pop that thing
These niggas sound so goofy when they copy my slang
Don't do no window shopping, I'ma cop that thing
This sub-machine Uzi, it go brrah-brrah bang
I go hard in the paint like Waka Flocka Flame
Shawty who the fuck are you, and how you got my name
Might upgrade you to my boo if you can top my main
Shawty know that I'm the truth, so she won't lie to me
Icing on my ear yeah, glow like Chandelier
Ain't no one I fear yeah, colder than a beer
Call my Glock Chris Angel, cause it make you disappear
We wet you like a tear, then hop up on a leer
You don't own no Gucci, you can't talk that Gucci Talk
Blowing up my phone, she love to talk that coochie talk
Shawty love to do her hair, while she rocking my Moncler
At a hotel in Bel-Air, blowing Runtz all through the air

Written by:
Christian Evans

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