GUCCIFENDIPRADA ft. Big Melancholy Lyrics

Might just pull out the stick

Might pull up on ya bitch

Might just give her the stick

Got these clips and bricks

With this shit I'm quick

Oo Scythe he never miss

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Ridin with your bitch

Damn I'm sorry

Might just pull up on ya bitch when I had long day

Give her big meat

Eat it like a entree

Bust ya bitch down

Hit in my hallway

Then I kick the bitch out

Tell her this ain't all state huh

I just be fucking these bitches so chivalrous

Way that she jump on my dick so ridiculous

Killing it her pussy sweeter then cinnamon

Sweeter than cinnamon

Sweeter than cinnamon

Stealin your bih

Scythe always mobbin

Leave ya man's at home no time to be sobbing

Girl you can bring a friend

Don't even hesitate

Mel coming through

You dont gotta contemplate

You don't gotta calculate me plus you

if you gotta another friend

Two cool too

Shawty close ya mouth

You startin to drool

We hittin tha clubs

You coming through?

And I love having fun

With the girls and the drugs

And I love when we touch in the back of the club

Got the guns and the funds

Now I'm packing him up

Cause he acting real tough

Got me stacking em' up

In the back of the trunk

Of the acura

Talk to much make me smack lil brah

Then I grab the clutch

And fucking bag em up

It's so tragic huh

He a rag a muff

Might just pull out the stick

Might pull up on ya bitch

Might just give her the stick

Got these clips and bricks

With this shit I'm quick

Oo Scythe he never miss

Oo Scythe he never miss

Might just pull out the stick

Might pull up on ya bitch

Might just give her the stick

Got these clips and bricks

With this shit I'm quick

Oo Scythe he never miss

Gucci Fendi Prada Louis

Ridin with your bitch

Damn I'm sorry