Gucci Gucci (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)
By: Taurus
Genres
Description
Being a creative thinker in the middle of a creative revolution that’s opening new opportunities for others, Chi Town Taurus shares his ideas with the world in a new single Gucci Gucci from the album titled “Prison Art.” Making an impact on the economy and the culture and making a living doing what you love, the first step in that journey has been focusing on creating the sound of tomorrow. A sound that thrills tomorrow’s audience
Lyrics
Gucci Gucci Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride fo’ all mine til I die Baby... Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride and I ain’t tell you no lie Baby... V.1 (On my waistband) that’s where all my friends is Tucked... my Two Twins is Loaded Up... (F’ Twelve) and these Jokers... who keep thinkin I want order you a Hearse and a Chauffeur... Sew the Game Up... World Wide and Flame Up... Never Ever... Fold Up... (not until the Rain on my Window Pane Goes Up)... Bull dog and Dirty Harry... that’s two of the kinds I carry... I don’t roll with Scary Dudes and Homeys scared of gettin buried... (News Flash)... all of us is goin to the Grave Yard... might as well go in style... max out my brave cards... That’s why I been ballin 🤑 hard... (Police Departments wanna Cut my life short cuz)... Obviously the Pen never broke me... F’ the Circuit Court... (Designer Jeans and Oakley)... (I know bodies in the River hope they find the one that Poked me)... Ain’t No Pity... I’m from Gangster City... Shot Caller... Chief Status... (I grew up a life of crime... Welcome home to Central and Gladys...(I grew up a life of crime... Welcome home to Central and Gladys)... Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride fo’ all mine til I die Baby... Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride and I ain’t tell you no lies Baby... V.2 Pledged my whole life to this Demonstration... reppin for the Nation... Lord Life right out my mama’s Basement... All I know is Gangsters... you can’t Change Us... (You’ll know a Real Hustler from the Cash these Streets Brang Us)... Yea... laid back with Hot Tales... peelin off your Nightingale... have you Gangster crazy sippin on a couple Cocktails... (Diamonds)... (Platinum)... Gold money... (Solid... Solid)... (gold money)... chose money... (All of us done sold dummies)... (Gangster Gangster)... Ladies love the G’z and the Jewels... it’s intoxicatin... frostin out my wrist and havin pull)... (Have you ever took a Risk... hung with Killers)... I’m a Killer (got them tools)... (Have you ever been to Lewisburg or Terre Haute for school)... (Spoken Rule)... I’m a Symbol for New York... (S... F)... to the Death... ain’t talkin Madden or No Sports... I got a Torch that light a whole block... Scorch a Whole City like I’m re-enactin Big and Pac... I’m re-enactin Big and Pac... I’m re-enactin Big and Pac... I’m re-enactin Big and Pac... Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride fo’ all mine til I die Baby... Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride and I ain’t tell you no lies Baby... V.3 It’s a Given... for my Homeys on Division... bangin Tony... No Montana... all my guys that’s off of Damon... Black and White ain’t talkin Panda... (Gangster On My Death Bed... and Gangster when they took me Fed)... Shot out to my Day-One-Homeys and all of y’all still havin bread)... I ain’t been afraid I been apart of this since Juan and Ced... Twelve or Thirteen the whole squad in (Black and Gold and Red)... Now I got the Mob and everybody wear that Bluer Thread... Die Heads... Bald Heads... Yup I got a Gang Of Dreads... Lip sealed... on appeal... money makers never squeal... probably made the papers once or Twice... yup you know the Drill... Went befo’ the Judge... I hold a Grudge... I want my money back... Sex... Money... Drugs... F’ the Fuzz... (Where That Money at)... Some is wearin Bugs laid in the Mud... we don’t like Witnesses... (We put in the Work... ain’t no Turf)... these is Businesses... (Blowin on the Purp) yea I get mine from long Distances... and hope you still love me when you find out I got Mistresses)... Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride fo’ all mine til I die Baby... Gucci Gucci... Naaa... Baby... I’m just Gangster Gangster Baby... that means I’mma ride and I ain’t tell you no lies Baby...
