Correction Lyrics Cry In My Gucci by ILIRA

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Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, mm-mm

I don't ever wanna fight, I don't ever wanna cross the line (Ooh-ooh)
You gotta, gotta do me right or I'm gonna buy the things I like

Oh, baby, hold up, get up the way or I'll make you pay (Pay)
I don't ever wanna fight, I don't ever wanna cross the line
When you break my heart and I swipe my card
Is the only way that I get to hold on, so hold on

And then I cry, cry, cry, cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci
Cry, cry, my, oh, my, my
When I get moody, I'm on the Gucci
Money don't buy happiness, [?] my Gucci dress
Cry, cry, cry, cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci

Boy, you're driving me insane, I really gotta kill my pain (Yeah, my pain)
I don't even meant the pills, no, I really mean thе dollar bills

Oh, baby, hold up, get up the way (Get up) or I'll makе you pay (I'll make you pay)
My sorry is too late, can I get it on a silver plate?
Cry, cry, cry, cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci
Cry, cry, my, oh, my, my
When I get moody, I'm on the Gucci
Money don't buy happiness, [?] my Gucci dress
Cry, cry, cry, cry in my Gucci, cry in—

My Gucci dress
In my Gucci dress

Cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci, yeah

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