Gucci in 2006 Lyrics (English Translation) – Lucho SSJ

Read the full Gucci in 2006 (English Translation) lyrics by Lucho SSJ along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lucho Ssj’s music, you can also explore Gucci in 2006 and KENNY, two other songs by Lucho Ssj.

[Verse 1]
‘I’m like Gucci for 2006 (Sei’)
Or like Michael for 96 (Sei’)
We’ve got metal underneath the jersey
The pickets are selling, but I don’t get out of this flow
The clothes arrive from the USA and the Roleta costs 16
I go into the booth and turn it into hell
I painted triple 6 on all the walls

[Chorus]
Two b!tches on my phone, three grams in my blunt, we put it on, yeah-yeah
The VLONE clothes, on a plane in New York, yeah-yeah
I let them keep calling (-mando), I don’t plan on answering (-tar)
I’ve got the b!tches jumping and my cell phone on do not disturb (-tar)

[Verse 2]
Fine and horny, what a good body (Body)
Come on, mami, get going for me
The baby climbs up, revives Cupid
I thought I’d killed him with the forty
He asks for a photo after the concert
The first thing he does is upload it to the story
A devil, let’s repeat that story
I’m not in the mood for a girlfriend, I always remain a secret
They say no, but these haters, I know they hate me
God is the one who’s guiding me, and I just execute the plan
I never lie to you about a story (-lato)
I shared the plate with my brother
We put 40 thousand in the car
And it was 3K I spent on the shoes, yeah-yeah-yeah
I have the gadget, yeah-yeah-yeah
3 ounces of Gelato, yeah-yeah-yeah
I never snitch, I save the money, and if I can, I’ll get you out, yeah-yeah-yeah

[Chorus]
Two b!tches on my phone, three gram on my blunt, we put it on, yeah-yeah
The VLONE pieces, on a plane on my way to New York, yeah-yeah

I let them keep calling (-mando), I don’t plan on answering (-tar)
I’ve got the b!tches jumping and my cell phone on do not disturb (-tar)

[Verse 3]
Making money from tra’ (Tra’, tra’), I don’t miss a lyric
The shorties ask me even from behind (-trá’)
Like at a crack point, the tracks are selling
Now I’m doing guap, guap, guap
I’m gonna be rich, no cap
A couple of years ago I got into trap
Soon you’ll see me on the charts (Charts), yeah
Look at it, I’ve got the flow you want (Want)
But it can’t reach the levels
And don’t be calling the phone if they ain’t papers
Now I spend my time in hotel
Surrounded by money, surrounded by women

[Proverb]
I break the wh*res and the base, and these chains shine like a laser
Another like me is not born, I’ll hurry the one who gets paid, so he doesn’t delay
They’ll eat the movie without a trailer, we’re in hustle, hustle
In my choir they’re all one G (G), like Mercedes, the Clase, Clase
I break the wh*res and the base (Base), and these chains shine like a laser
Another like me is not born, I’ll hurry the one who gets paid, so he doesn’t delay
They’ll eat the movie without a trailer, we’re in hustle, hustle
In my choir they’re all one G (G), like Mercedes, the Clase, Clase