Gucci Nikes Lyrics – J-Diggs
Singer: J-Diggs
Title: Gucci Nikes
I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me
D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes
Call me Morris Dre, ain’t nobody bad like me
D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes
I’m hyphy, knockin’ pitches out the park
Dre in the Bay kickin’ b#tches out the ‘Lark
I sh#t while n#gg#s fart, I’m super flossy
Incoming on my Sprint, outgoing on my faulty
Get off me, boy, Dre be the most buttered
Rims spin when I peel to the gutter
I’ll rob your mother, put one in your brother
No witnesses, and not one word muttered
C-U-T, T-H-O-A-T D-O-G and a H-O-G
Mac Dre gon’ be dipped when you see him
And full of that H-double E-M
I’m a boss, stay coonin’
Scandal, boy, tell ’em what we doin’
I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikеs
D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes
I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me
D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikеs
I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes
D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes
I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me (Sick Wid It)
D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes
I had to hop in my time machine and go back
And do a song with Dre and make a new age slap
You punks don’t want no static
I’m a soo city hog, a Sick Wid It savage
Neffy Neffy, pop like ecstasy
If she ain’t gettin’ texts from me, the ho ain’t ever next to me
I grow trees and my grow trees hoodie slangin’ P
I’m the newest living legend out the f#ckin’ V
Hyphy, in Girbauds and Nikes
My n#gg# S Geezy keep me Bathing fat steezy
And a b#tch’ll never leave me ’cause I’m so damn peezy
Slappin’ on a blap from my n#gg# Sean Teezy (Sean T)
Neffy Belafonte, he’s so raw
Send a direct message to a b#tch n#gg# jaw (b#tch #ss n#gg#)
The race over, boy, you slow n#gg#s lost (Man, you lost)
Young Pharaoh, young king, young god
I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes
D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes
I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me
D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes
I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes
D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes
I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me
D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes
I’m hyphy, I gets it nightly
Three C savage, the shit’s inside me
Alright, see, I’ma say it politely
You a boring #ss b#tch and you don’t excite me
Bite me, but that’s not likely
I’ll backhand yo’ #ss with this Bentley Brightling
Ayy (Ayy) — who’s your friend?
Um, you can come but lose your friend
My b#tch with me with her Gucci ice box
$650 on these Gucci hi-tops
f#ck with me, I’ll leave you in ice knots
I still ride with Kilo and his one-eyed cyclops
J. Bledsoe, my Nikes retro
No more iPhone, it’s back to Metro
One more, I’m gone, it’s back to the hood
Just roll me some cookies up, and make it a Backwood
I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes
D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes
I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me
D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes
I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes
D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes
I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me
D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes
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