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Do, re, mi, fa, so | Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh | It's Gucci
Do, re, mi, fa, so Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh It's Gucci Do, re, mi, fa, so Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met I probably would just stay in bed You run your mouth all over town And this one goes out to the sound Of breaking glass on my Range Rover Pay me back or bitch, it's over All the presents I would send Fuck my friends behind my shoulder Next time I'mma stay asleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh And you got me thinking lately Bitch, you crazy And nothing's ever good enough I wrote a little song for ya It go like Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl So fuckin' done with all the games you play I ain't no Tic-tac-toe Send the X and O's on another note I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, baby So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh) Ha, it's Guwop Do re mi, baby, don't play me I'm a black beatle like Jimmy, Swae Lee Screaming "Fuck 12" in my brand new V Just bought a time piece for my new dime piece When I'm balling, don't stall it, put your all in Stop talking, gotta crawl in before you walking On the weekend, spending front end and the back end Booty so big, got me thinking 'bout a lap dance Pull up with these bitches like, "Damn, what happened?" New thang, new frame, new eyelashes Brand new swag, wearing brand new fashion That's what you get for doing all that camping Blackbear with me and we in the state trapping This'll make a old legend start back rapping This'll make a [?] start back trapping I'mma beat it up like my name Joe Jackson (it's Gucci) Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl So fuckin' done with all the games you play I ain't no Tic-tac-toe Send the X and O's on another note I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, baby So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh) If I could go back to the day we met I probably would've stayed in bed You wake up everyday And make me feel like I'm incompetent Designer shoes and Xanax tabs Compliments your make-up bag You never had to buy yourself a drink 'Cause everybody want to tap that ass sometime And you got me thinking lately Bitch, you crazy And nothing's ever good enough I wrote a little song for ya It go like Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl So fuckin' done with all the games you play I ain't no Tic-tac-toe Send the X and O's on another note I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, baby So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh) (So send the X and O's on another note, I'm) Do, re, mi, fa, so (Yeah, yeah, yeah) So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost
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