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What’s Poppin Remix (What’s Gucci)
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Joyner Lucas
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What's gucci? (Joyner) Boston b*t*h, she bougie (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, you goofy Told n***as, "You don't like me? Shoot me" And if you don't wanna fight me, sue me Guaranteed n***as won't like the new me This feel like a Spike Lee movie Room full of hoes and I might get choosy Please excuse me All of my moves are carefully planned Don't play with me, I'm a family man I put your b*t*h on my family plan My mansion lookin' like Fantasy Land I bought a beach with some Canada sand All of my moves are carefully planned I'm two steps ahead like Nigerian scams (Word) Now hand mе the Benz You in the crib and I'm hеre with the fans My b*t*h got titties like Pamela And' And she wanna f**k in a janitor's van I'm 'bout to turn to a psycho You 'bout to see my true colors like Michael I'm 'bout to pick n***as up with a rifle I never lit n***as up but I might though I'm a cool n***a but I can get spiteful I'm 'bouta f**k this sh*t up like a typo You do not know me, no, we ain't related And we ain't got mutual friends that I might know I don't wanna be acquainted regardless Every b*t*h I ever been with told me I'm heartless I don’t trust a single motherf**ker, I'm cautious I can never win, they want me up in a coffin Way before I started winnin', had a couple of losses Had to make a livin' out my mother's apartment Wasn't too much opportunity to come up in Boston I was f**king exhausted, I was done with the talkin' I was workin' odd jobs, had me stuck in the office On God, I was outside runnin' and walkin' nonstop On a dark block, duckin' and dodgin' all cops 'Til they all stop, buckin' and sparkin' all Glocks 'Til my heart stops workin' at ten breaths I benchpress any f**k n***a relentless I been dead, I ain't put you n***as to bed yet The bed wet, this a wet dream of wet sex wit' rednecks Why am I not allowed to feel, to feel free? I learned from God, whatever will, just will be I bet you prolly wanna kill, to kill me The cops who killed Breonna Taylor still free And George Floyd'd prolly kill to still breathe How many black lives did they kill to kill me? I protest but we still feel no real peace I hear no relief, I still don't feel free And man I hate f**ked up rules Got a f**ked up head with some f**ked up screws b*t*h, please don't put me in a f**ked up mood Got twin nines, so we play duck, duck, goose Better jump up, move 'fore I bump rush n***as get lumped up too, I'm in a f**ked up mood I don't even trust me, why the f**k trust you? Three deep in your crib like a drug bust, one plus two, n***a I'm with the fam b*t*h, you a pig, I don't f**k with no ham All y'all been sleepin', I'm tuckin' you in I built the label then upped the event Please don't compare me to none of these scrams I'm buildin' my brand, you stuck in the ground I took advantage and stuck to the plan (Joyner) f**k is you sayin'?
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