Gucci Jacuzzi

By Tincup

Released on March 12, 2014

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[Verse 1: Riff Raff]

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 [?]


[Hook: Yung Elvis]

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


[Verse 2: Lil Flip]


[?]


[Verse 3: Crichy Crich]

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