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Gallucci Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Cash
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Christian Asare




Chris Cash - Gallucci Lyrics
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Nigga I'm a talk my shit
I'm a pop my shit
I'm a pimp with a limp
Got a stick in the rear
What's that in your ear?
Baby that's a chandelier
Smell the dank in the air
In and out the atmosphere
Love to show you how to ball
Just like the Cavaliers
And I mean it so sincere
Yeah, you gotta persevere
In the charger switching gears
To the right, how I veer
Waiting for this shit to clear
Stay off of the app
Told the head don't interfere
Know them niggas watching face
They gon' try to build a case
Got Gallucci on my case
And a nigga used to starve
But I still say my grace
She see the look up on my face
She don't wanna come embrace
I think her heart is misplaced
And them steps you retraced
Put you in a good space
Put you in a good place
Boy, he jog to the money
Nigga this is not race
What you doing with your life?
Nigga turned to a waste
Racks, in the safe, in the vault
Nigga we knocking you off
My mama ain't raise no hoe
And I'm so high, on a different plateau
These niggas didn't want me to grow
Got a new bad bitch in her glo
You niggas so sad, y'all niggas broke
None of y'all niggas want smoke, no starch
Comme des Garçons, that's for your heart
You know a nigga, my pockets on large
Galluci my case, know I'm beating the charge
And I get to the cheese, yeah I'm feeling like Farve
My bitch off a yellow, she popping a Bart
We from the hood, all we know is go hard
I'm not a rockstar, my stick a guitar
Shoot that boy from afar, it's not as bizarre
You must sniff that Lamar, you not up to par
Not on my radar, I hop in the car
I do the dash, digital
Really that nigga don't wanna get physical
I'm earning residuals
Lately I'm getting that backend residual
Doing no interviews, no
Nigga I ain't doing no interview
And she gon' give me good brain like an institute
And I just macked the whole V like Bandicoot
And I'm a go swerve out the lot in a Bentley coupe
And he know his numbers they minuscule
And his money way shorter than this interlude
I'm a big dog baby, I need that Beneful
Know Chris Cash? Yeah he sharper than pencils
I got red lean on me, you know that's essential
Racks, in the safe, in the vault
Nigga we knocking you off
My mama ain't raise no hoe
And I'm so high, on a different plateau
These niggas didn't want me to grow
Got a new bad bitch in her glo
You niggas so sad, y'all niggas broke
None of y'all niggas want smoke, no starch
None of y'all niggas want smoke, no starch
None of y'all niggas want smoke, no starch
Want smoke, no starch
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Nigga I'm a talk my shit
I'm a pop my shit
I'm a pimp with a limp
Got a stick in the rear
What's that in your ear?
Baby that's a chandelier
Smell the dank in the air
In and out the atmosphere
Love to show you how to ball
Just like the Cavaliers
And I mean it so sincere
Yeah, you gotta persevere
In the charger switching gears
To the right, how I veer
Waiting for this shit to clear
Stay off of the app
Told the head don't interfere
Know them niggas watching face
They gon' try to build a case
Got Gallucci on my case
And a nigga used to starve
But I still say my grace
She see the look up on my face
She don't wanna come embrace
I think her heart is misplaced
And them steps you retraced
Put you in a good space
Put you in a good place
Boy, he jog to the money
Nigga this is not race
What you doing with your life?
Nigga turned to a waste
Racks, in the safe, in the vault
Nigga we knocking you off
My mama ain't raise no hoe
And I'm so high, on a different plateau
These niggas didn't want me to grow
Got a new bad bitch in her glo
You niggas so sad, y'all niggas broke
None of y'all niggas want smoke, no starch
Comme des Garçons, that's for your heart
You know a nigga, my pockets on large
Galluci my case, know I'm beating the charge
And I get to the cheese, yeah I'm feeling like Farve
My bitch off a yellow, she popping a Bart
We from the hood, all we know is go hard
I'm not a rockstar, my stick a guitar
Shoot that boy from afar, it's not as bizarre
You must sniff that Lamar, you not up to par
Not on my radar, I hop in the car
I do the dash, digital
Really that nigga don't wanna get physical
I'm earning residuals
Lately I'm getting that backend residual
Doing no interviews, no
Nigga I ain't doing no interview
And she gon' give me good brain like an institute
And I just macked the whole V like Bandicoot
And I'm a go swerve out the lot in a Bentley coupe
And he know his numbers they minuscule
And his money way shorter than this interlude
I'm a big dog baby, I need that Beneful
Know Chris Cash? Yeah he sharper than pencils
I got red lean on me, you know that's essential
Racks, in the safe, in the vault
Nigga we knocking you off
My mama ain't raise no hoe
And I'm so high, on a different plateau
These niggas didn't want me to grow
Got a new bad bitch in her glo
You niggas so sad, y'all niggas broke
None of y'all niggas want smoke, no starch
None of y'all niggas want smoke, no starch
None of y'all niggas want smoke, no starch
Want smoke, no starch
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Writer: Christian Asare
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