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Alamo Records - Gucci Clothes Lyrics

[Intro]
Broad day with the SK

[Chorus: Asian Da Brat]
I just spent twenty thousand on some Gucci clothes
I hopped out the porch and I jumped straight up on the road
VV's on my Robins, check the score, I'm going pro
He just want me, I just want some more dough
I put VV diamonds in my chain
Niggas wanna date me for some clout and for some fame
All them groupies in your face, them hoes don't even know your name
I can't tell who real from fake, this shit become a shame

[Verse 1: Asian Da Brat]
Hop up out that drop top, chopper shoot at coppers
Don't think you gon' try her, she watching from a side-eye
I don't bring that drama, but bitch, I'm 'bout that drama
How you wanna do it? Pop out, jump out, leave you trauma
Bitch, I run my bands up, and I got my mans up
Fifteen for a show, these niggas be type, they want no cancer
I rock Givenchy in the snow, Chanel is all up on my sandals
'Rari two door swervin', I'ma put that shit on manual

[Chorus: Asian Da Brat]
I just spent twenty thousand on some Gucci clothes
I hopped out the porch and I jumped straight up on the road
VV's on my Robins, check the score, I'm going pro
He just want me, I just want some more dough
I put VV diamonds in my chain
Niggas wanna date me for some clout and for some fame
All them groupies in your face, them hoes don't even know your name
I can't tell who real from fake, this shit become a shame
[Verse 2: PNB Meen]
Ayy, ayy
Lately I've been on a mission
Like I have to get up and get it
I used to be in the kitchen
And now on the road with the Smith 'n'
And now when I walk in the motherfuckin' party, my diamonds, they really be hitting
Lil' bitch, she grabbing all on me, she feeling all on me, she know she can get it
These niggas be capping
They fuck with the cops like Training Day
I rock on an opp, let it rain today
We really had to move the yay
And my nigga was locked in the hole, for real, just came home today
And we off the lean, some off the weed, I can't feel my face

[Chorus: Asian Da Brat]
I just spent twenty thousand on some Gucci clothes
I hopped out the porch and I jumped straight up on the road
VV's on my Robins, check the score, I'm going pro
He just want me, I just want some more dough
I put VV diamonds in my chain
Niggas wanna date me for some clout and for some fame
All them groupies in your face, them hoes don't even know your name
I can't tell who real from fake, this shit become a shame