Lyrics:
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
allow
My love affair with rap to fade, I'll sink into the page
Pleasure and the pain that came from rulin' the game
And the half Dominican that gave me
Maurice
'Cause I speak of the pompitous of love
People keep talkin' 'bout me, baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong, I'm doin' you wrong
Don't you worry baby
And peruse through a lucid sentence
I guess you could say it's my muse from symptoms
I choose my victims by whether or not I love them
Then I kill them in
(Uh-huh) (turn it up)
Mmm
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em
(This is a Travis Barker production)
Let it rain
Mmm
Let me talk to 'em
Come
about a thing, baby
'Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Baby girl, you make me feel
You know you make me feel so real
I love you more than
about a thing, baby
'Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Baby girl, you make me feel
You know you make me feel so real
I love you more than
wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love baby? (Love, love)
In love baby (Love, love)
Girl, you know you got me, got me
With your pistol shot
got me smokin' big weed wit yo baby mommie.
[Chorus]
40,
Y'all better our name ain't reefa,
Or I be hittin mo bank jobs than Latiffa,
Get
wanna shoot, let's shoot
I make them choppas sing like karaoke
Dave ain't bout that life
They crack me up
I tell 'em just provoke me
This will make your
or get stuck, get killed to get buck
A blessing of luck
I love all, test me, trust not
Above all but young niggas address me as such
Like Hannibal
Must work for me
Weda Dem like am
Or Dem no like am
Call your mummy and daddy
Ko jo and your
Siblings and bro
It's a King Dave party
And show no dull
And I can't forget my man, Everett-is-an-zell{?}
We gonna give love to
I'd like to give a very special um, thanks to my man LG
{?} and, I'd like
No
Charge
One, two, what a life, yeah, yeah, yeah
Goodness to the right of me (that's that hip-hop shit)
Even to the left of me (one two, uh)
baby you ain't nothin til you had my miracle whip
love sandwhich love sandwhich uh huh
love sandwhich love sandwhich uh huh
Ahhhhh yeah!
yeah you & me
baby
Swimming through my suggested content
La Love me
I’m in the backseat
Cause you can never look me in the face
She’s pretty
Cyber-hate me
mind constantly
Where your conscience? Baby ma lo koba mi, bami
I for take you overseas, me and you for be like five and six
Y'lookin' me down your
the youngest
Out that was poppin'
But I didn't have a home yet
Hootie had? in me until I met Top Dawg
Told Dave that he'd like to meet
Me at the studio
Made me
it's my first time, g I'm coming fast
Don't be fooled by the love, you don't know them guys
They be smiling in your face plotting your demise
Have you
about a thing, baby
'Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Baby girl, you make me feel
You know you make me feel so real
I love you more than
on them gear trims grassed
Mr. Barker, General, front and center (What up?)
Got them burners wit' them bodies on them, have me in cuffs
Killer's focused,
like how she be riding my wave
We in bed she calling me the damn barbarian Dave?
I gotta blunt
And that's the type of love that won't ever fade
I be
chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
My lady never lets me down
That's why I never let her go
She always there to lift me up
When I
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