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Von Vargas - Still Gucc Lyrics



Von Vargas - Still Gucc Lyrics
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Up a lil sumthin up a lil sumthin I feel like I'm up a lil sumthin
Cos I'm Gucci I'm Butta
I'm Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta Whooo
Gucci Im Butta W'sup U better check the timing,
Through all this clutter I chuckle guess who here shining I am
I done recovered from losses, struggles refined them
Now in alignment I'm grinding, climbing, maneuver the climate
I'm guappie shor
Check the moxie God-body, (I) ain't no copy shor
Got my Poppy nobody can ever stop me shor
My golly I embody what's probably the best of Ali
But you don't like my (insta) gram I don't care
I don't rock ice like them I don't care
I ain't fronting for your bluff I don't care
I be gucci buttered enough
Butta for your toast, Water for your soap,
Got the kingdom in my dow jones oh so dope
Got me gleamin' wit a crown on show some smoke,
While some Ringling Brother clowns going joke joke joke
I'm Still Gucci
Thank God
That it's Friday Oh Boy
Up a lil sumthin up a lil sumthin I feel like I'm up a lil sumthin
Cos I'm Gucci I'm Butta
I'm Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Said Im Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta Whoooo
Gucci I'm Butta and I just got paid
It's Friday night and I'm up shining through ya shade
Thats the light & it's up grinding through ya hate
I'm like sup? Is it really like ya crew so lame
I'm tailor made in my tailor made gorgeous, of coarse it's
Deeper than cloth, u can'y ignore or afford this
Take the loot and combine it, I don't rock gucci designer
I'm still grouped with the finer, I'm just moving what's mine
But u don't like my style I don't care
I don't drive what u drive I don't care
I don't fit in them wack crews I don't care
I don't flash stacks like u
I don't pop those pills, I cop those thrills
I rep the King of jews, crown-thorns, that's my fill
No skull & bones homes, got it sown so just chill
Won't fret, I'm in the cut watchin ya throne spill
I'm Still Gucc
Thank God
That it's Friday Oh Boy
Up a lil sumthin up a lil sumthin I feel like I'm up a lil sumthin
Cos I'm Gucci I'm Butta
I'm Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Said Im Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta Whoooo
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Up a lil sumthin up a lil sumthin I feel like I'm up a lil sumthin
Cos I'm Gucci I'm Butta
I'm Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta Whooo
Gucci Im Butta W'sup U better check the timing,
Through all this clutter I chuckle guess who here shining I am
I done recovered from losses, struggles refined them
Now in alignment I'm grinding, climbing, maneuver the climate
I'm guappie shor
Check the moxie God-body, (I) ain't no copy shor
Got my Poppy nobody can ever stop me shor
My golly I embody what's probably the best of Ali
But you don't like my (insta) gram I don't care
I don't rock ice like them I don't care
I ain't fronting for your bluff I don't care
I be gucci buttered enough
Butta for your toast, Water for your soap,
Got the kingdom in my dow jones oh so dope
Got me gleamin' wit a crown on show some smoke,
While some Ringling Brother clowns going joke joke joke
I'm Still Gucci
Thank God
That it's Friday Oh Boy
Up a lil sumthin up a lil sumthin I feel like I'm up a lil sumthin
Cos I'm Gucci I'm Butta
I'm Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Said Im Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta Whoooo
Gucci I'm Butta and I just got paid
It's Friday night and I'm up shining through ya shade
Thats the light & it's up grinding through ya hate
I'm like sup? Is it really like ya crew so lame
I'm tailor made in my tailor made gorgeous, of coarse it's
Deeper than cloth, u can'y ignore or afford this
Take the loot and combine it, I don't rock gucci designer
I'm still grouped with the finer, I'm just moving what's mine
But u don't like my style I don't care
I don't drive what u drive I don't care
I don't fit in them wack crews I don't care
I don't flash stacks like u
I don't pop those pills, I cop those thrills
I rep the King of jews, crown-thorns, that's my fill
No skull & bones homes, got it sown so just chill
Won't fret, I'm in the cut watchin ya throne spill
I'm Still Gucc
Thank God
That it's Friday Oh Boy
Up a lil sumthin up a lil sumthin I feel like I'm up a lil sumthin
Cos I'm Gucci I'm Butta
I'm Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Said Im Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta
Gucci I'm Butta Whoooo
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Writer: JOSHUA LAY, LAVONNE DARNELL SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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Performed By: Von Vargas
Length: 2:59
Written by: JOSHUA LAY, LAVONNE DARNELL SMITH

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