Cry In My Gucci (Explicit)

Cry In My Gucci (Explicit) - Margaret

Lyrics by：Bhavik Pattani/Ilira Gashi/Jaro Omar

Composed by：Bhavik Pattani/Ilira Gashi/Jaro Omar

Uuuuu aaaa

Aaaaaa aaaa

I don't ever wanna fight

I don't ever wanna 'cross the line uuu aaa

You gotta gotta do me right

But I'm gonna buy the things I like

Oh baby hold up

Get up the way

I'll make you pay pay

I don't ever wanna fight

I don't ever wanna 'cross the line

When you break my heart

And I swipe my card

Is the only way that I get to

Hold on

So hold on

And then I cry cry cry I I

Cry in my gucci

Cry in my gucci

Cry cry my oh my my

When I get booty I'm on the gucci

Money to my happiness

Money drive your crave my gucci dress

Cry cry cry I I

Cry in my gucci

Cry in my gucci

Boy you driving me insane

I really gotta kill my pain kill my pain

I don't even mean't the pills

No I really mean the dollar bills

Oh baby hold up

Get up the way get up

I'll make you pay I'll make you pay

My sorry is too late

Can I get it on a silver plate

Cry cry cry I I

Cry in my gucci

Cry in my gucci

Cry cry my oh my my

When I get booty I'm on the gucci

Money to my happiness

Money drive your crave my gucci dress

Cry cry cry I I

Cry in my gucci

Cry in my gucci

Dress uuu

My gucci dress

And then I cry cry cry I I

Cry in my gucci

Cry in my gucci

Cry cry my oh my my

When I get booty I'm on the gucci

Money to my happiness

Money drive your crave my gucci dress

Cry cry cry I I

Cry in my gucci

Cry in my gucci

Cry cry I I

Cry in my gucci

Cry in my gucci

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