Tincup, Yung Elvis, Lil Flip, Crichy Crich, RiFF RAFF - Gucci Jacuzzi lyrics
[Tincup, Yung Elvis, Lil Flip, Crichy Crich, RiFF RAFF - Gucci Jacuzzi lyrics]
Something gracious, is spacious, in a matrix
Lost since I was waist high
I've been safe, with all this hate, elevate
Every surface, while I'm surfin', for certain
They been searchin' in a
Perfect, refurbished, repercussioned
Repositioned in your car I repo down i
Make propane this ball is curdle
Gotta crayfish, oops, i mean craw fish
See if I lived in Boston, and I
Shopped the Boston market, and I played at
Madison Square Garden and your dad
Looks like Dolly Parton
Gotta drink patron at a angle
And no fit for dangle
Could have played for Bengals
But I chose to sing the stars spangled banner
Disposed of all our manners
Jacuzzi surrounded by forty Gucci candles
While she does my manicures
All my sandals gotta rice-a-roni
Necklace look like isotoners
Isolated diamonds isosceles triangles
Swiss cheese outside the rangers gotta toy
Not a twist, this sequence consequences
I got a lot of cash that
I don't spend on coochie
I got these haters mad, Danny Bonaduce
I’m rollin' up that loud
My life is like a movie
I got your bitch soakin' wet
In my Gucci jacuzzi
It's Crichy Crich, biatch
Hold up, hold my cup while I eat this pussy
She ain't getting this dick if
She ain't good looking
I ain't got time for nothing
But models and money if we in your club you
Better keep them bottles coming
Honey mustard Lambo
I'm blacked out on the dance floor
Got Miley Cyrus in my back pocket and
A fat blunt in that Rambo
Fucked Ricki Lake in a Cadillac
Snort a molly line off her ass crack
Have her snort crack off my nut sack
Then I hit the road and don't call her back
Biatch, I'm in a Gucci jacuzzi
I got ten bitches all around me
And their pussies are juicy
Keep a gang of killers with me
And they packing them Uzis
I got cameras all around me
Like I'm filming a movie
I keep a cup full of Bonnie
I sip it till I'm retarded
I'm the life of the party
These crackers say that I'm gnarly
Roll my blunt so fat
I call that bitch Chris Farley
They say I'm too turnt up
I say I ain't even started
Lost since I was waist high
I've been safe, with all this hate, elevate
Every surface, while I'm surfin', for certain
They been searchin' in a
Perfect, refurbished, repercussioned
Repositioned in your car I repo down i
Make propane this ball is curdle
Gotta crayfish, oops, i mean craw fish
See if I lived in Boston, and I
Shopped the Boston market, and I played at
Madison Square Garden and your dad
Looks like Dolly Parton
Gotta drink patron at a angle
And no fit for dangle
Could have played for Bengals
But I chose to sing the stars spangled banner
Disposed of all our manners
Jacuzzi surrounded by forty Gucci candles
While she does my manicures
All my sandals gotta rice-a-roni
Necklace look like isotoners
Isolated diamonds isosceles triangles
Swiss cheese outside the rangers gotta toy
Not a twist, this sequence consequences
I got a lot of cash that
I don't spend on coochie
I got these haters mad, Danny Bonaduce
I’m rollin' up that loud
My life is like a movie
I got your bitch soakin' wet
In my Gucci jacuzzi
It's Crichy Crich, biatch
Hold up, hold my cup while I eat this pussy
She ain't getting this dick if
She ain't good looking
I ain't got time for nothing
But models and money if we in your club you
Better keep them bottles coming
Honey mustard Lambo
I'm blacked out on the dance floor
Got Miley Cyrus in my back pocket and
A fat blunt in that Rambo
Fucked Ricki Lake in a Cadillac
Snort a molly line off her ass crack
Have her snort crack off my nut sack
Then I hit the road and don't call her back
Biatch, I'm in a Gucci jacuzzi
I got ten bitches all around me
And their pussies are juicy
Keep a gang of killers with me
And they packing them Uzis
I got cameras all around me
Like I'm filming a movie
I keep a cup full of Bonnie
I sip it till I'm retarded
I'm the life of the party
These crackers say that I'm gnarly
Roll my blunt so fat
I call that bitch Chris Farley
They say I'm too turnt up
I say I ain't even started