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yts gucciboi - Fresh Off lyrics

Artist: yts gucciboi

album: 2 Reality


Yeah, you know the fuck going on, man
It's Gucci in this bitch (Huh)
Money blowing fast, hitting licks, we finesse

Shorty acting boujee, I might fuck her at the telly
I'm fresher than your ex, skeletons in my closet
She a ten ten, I just like it, she a freak
Ah, huh
You know the fuck, going on man
Money blowing fast, hitting licks, we finesse
Shorty acting boujee, I might fuck her at the telly
I'm fresher than your ex, skeletons in my closet
Hold on, hold on, what did I say?
Money blowing fast, hitting licks, we finesse
Shorty acting boujee, I might fuck her at the telly
I'm fresher than your ex, skeletons in my closet
She a ten ten, I just like it, she a freak
Now she ain't got no mans so I put her on my list
Let me smoke this joint, I'm gonna stroke you after this
My niggas don't gang, getting money we finesse
If you wanna smoke, better come with a vest
She gon' give me brain, now she walking like a zombie
Put a sticky tape, wrap a nigga like a mummy
Drugs killing niggas, they in love with this effects
Never looking back, I'm in love with this music
Pull up to the show, collect money, we invest
I see the whole city, got a vision on my head
Stepping on my zone, that's gon' get you on your grave
Niggas always faking, dead homies on my face
Money blowing fast, hitting licks we finesse
Shorty acting boujee, I might fuck her at the telly
I'm fresher than your ex, skeletons in my closet
She a ten ten, I just like it, she a freak
Now she ain't got no mans so I put her on my list
Let me smoke this joint, I'm gonna stroke you after this
My niggas don't gang, getting money we finesse
If you wanna smoke, better come with a vest
She gon' give me space 'cause she knows I'm a star
Gang, gang with me, that's gon' get you hella far
Broke niggas faking, they gon' see me on TV
Bitch, I ain't your man, better know where you stand
They down for your money, they ain't down for your help
Shorty on her knees, yeah, sweet, you can suck
Got the red light, green money on my face
I don't like my money If it ain't double figures
She gon' do her dance on a pole like a stripper
She gon' get to freaking, hands down on my zipper
Henny on her liver, she don't know how to act
Shorty, I'm a star, yeah, you know how I act
Money blowing fast, hitting licks, we finesse
Shorty acting boujee, I might fuck her at the telly
I'm fresher than your ex, skeletons in my closet
She a ten ten, I just like it, she a freak
Now she ain't got no mans so I put her on my list
Let me smoke this joint, I'm gonna stroke you after this

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