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Tootsies
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Gucci Mane
Featuring(s) : Lil Baby
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Burr Cook that shit up, Quay Burr Bling, blaow Bling, blaow This dope'll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates The mall ain't even open yet, but Gucci made 'em open it Dr. Trap-enstein, and I just prescribed a Percocet She ain't even fine enough, so I don't even wanna hit Fishtailin' out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds And I told the dealer he can keep the top 'cause I don't want it Think my house is haunted, woke up, seen a done bitch Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich Yeah Hop out that new Maybach like I come from paper (Like my fam, bitch) You been cuffin' bitches, you a super-saver (Superhero) My lil' boy already rich, he got my future paper (Trust fund) We just parked the Wraith inside the elevator (Elevator) Tootsies on Tuesday, in a private room making a movie (Movie) I got some vibes with me getting groovy (Groovy) We at the top floor in a jacuzzi (Jacuzzi) Ridin' with some hot boys like I'm Juvie (Lil Wayne) I'm on that dumb shit like I'm Gucci (Guwop) I just spent twenty-six thousand in Gucci (Gucci) Go ask about me, this shit ain't no new cheese I was gettin' money before it was music (Music) I don't drink, I don't sip, I abuse it ('Buse it) How I did what I did, got 'em clueless (Clueless) Think these Adderalls got me all lucid (Yeah) Got your bitch on my drip, she been choosin' (Yeah) She been checkin' me out, I been movin' (Yeah) So much money, it's getting confusin' (Yeah) Only winnin', ain't doin' no losin' (Yeah) This dope'll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates The mall ain't even open yet, but Gucci made 'em open it Dr. Trap-enstein, and I just prescribed a Percocet She ain't even fine enough, so I don't even wanna hit Fishtailin' out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds And I told the dealer he can keep the top 'cause I don't want it Think my house is haunted, woke up, seen a done bitch Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich Show me that pussy cat 'cause El Gato got a cat wrist (Brr) Shooter got that rocket on him, call him James Harden We be straight ballin', wet T-shirt contest Top off, call us up, the coupe color Sunkist (It's Gucci) I be going hard on 'em, I'm on that Lil Pump shit (Pump) I don't even know how my money got so retarded Trap God (Trap God), Gucci sandals on like I was Jesus (Yeah) Bitch fine as Kim K, and these are not Yeezys (It's Gucci) This dope'll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates The mall ain't even open yet, but Gucci made 'em open it Dr. Trap-enstein, and I just prescribed a Percocet She ain't even fine enough, so I don't even wanna hit Fishtailin' out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds And I told the dealer he can keep the top 'cause I don't want it Think my house is haunted, woke up, seen a done bitch Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich Wizzop (Hah) Lil Baby
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