Gucci

: I don’t love you anymore
: Since when?
: Now—just now… I don’t wanna lie… I can’t tell the truth so… it’s over
: Doesn’t matter. I love you, none of it matters
: Too late. I don’t love you anymore… goodbye
Gucci on my jeans and Gucci on my shoes
Friends talkin' shit and I don’t know who
Please, tell me the truth
Keep my circle small, I’ll roll with one or two
Niggas switch up, this ain’t nothing fuckin' new
Went from rags to riches, now I’m drivin' in a coupe
Bitches changed up, now they actin' brand new
If I ever die, will they ever they come through?
Please, I don’t wanna know these fools (nah)
Get them out my face, ain’t none of them cool
Ayy, yuh
Please, I don’t wanna know these fools
Hey, listen
Gucci on my jeans and Gucci on my shoes
Friends talkin' shit and I don’t know who
Please, tell me the truth
Keep my circle small, I’ll roll with one or two
Niggas switch up, this ain’t nothing fuckin' new
Went from rags to riches, now I’m drivin' in a coupe
Bitches changed up, now they actin' brand new
If I ever die, will they ever they come through?
Please, I don’t wanna know these fools (nah)
Get them out my face, ain’t none of them cool
Yuh
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