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what they thinking `Gunna`

I don't know what these niggas thinking I don't know what these bitches want I ain't playin' games No, I ain't goin' at all this a Plain Jane It's a Role', oh Board a private plane And we takin' off Gunna

i was just thinking `Gunna`

Chorus] Oh Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Oh [Verse 1] I was just thinkin' 'bout the times I was hard-headed Thought it was right all along, I was misled All this weight on my back feelin' so heavy These boys claim they

time reveals, be careful what you wish for `Gunna`

a heart you were given They thought you'd be done by now But you better go your way, go your way Press on my jeans, small tee from Chrome Hearty Chains on my belt, I'm rockstar without the Harley I feel

go crazy `Gunna`

Off the porch and didn't know where to go (Where to go) Cross the street with my dawg, yeah, the woe' (The woe') Being me made it harder to grow Still went up, got my feet off the floor (Off the floor) Gunna

neck on a yacht `Gunna`

(Makers) Yeah I'm gettin' neck on a yacht, hunnid foot parked at the dock Bad ho' poppin' they twat, I'm gettin' this shit back on lock Rockin' some Prada high top, I'm cashin' out on a lot Turn this shit

on one tonight `Gunna`

You niggas been hatin' way too long, yeah, yeah Too grown, I bought that-, oh Yeah That's a good one, Pete Yeah, yeah I went to AP, spent two hundred K, they sold me the frost, rainbow face They hope I

fukumean `Gunna`

Young Gunna Wunna back, callin' me splurge Watch me jump right off the curb Bentley Spur fly like a bird Spin on the first and the third Solid, I'm keepin' my word Can't be my equal, I don't know what

idk nomore `Gunna`

[Chorus] I don't know no more, I don't know no more I can't put my finger on it, I don't know the code They was never used to money, they don't know how to ball They lookin' for me, they don't know I'm

back to the moon `Gunna`

If you don't fuck with me, don't do what I do Think he the one, but he really the two Better get low when I hit at your crew I'm sendin' the cleaners through I'm barely not sober, they thinkin' it's over

rare occasion `Gunna`

All these niggas fake, they got too many faces Wunna I'm pullin' up, then it's a rare occasion (rare occasion) Fans say I'm amazin', all my shit be wavy (shit be wavy) On one, got it on fire, he'll set

sakpase `Gunna`

out of their way And still all in their face, this shit really gon' age (really gon' age) Open the yacht, it remind me of a Wraith Bought the Maybach in May, I got millions to make (yeah) Do you know what

cfwm `Gunna`

Yeah They can't fuck with me, I shake the ground when I speak Copped the new Ferrari, they see flames when I speed Went straight to the source, ain't no man in between G6 is for us, and my main needs Celine

club house `Gunna`

(That's a good one, P) Pay these bitches in clout, bitches love clout (Love clout) Niggas keep runnin' they mouth, Clubhouse (Clubhouse) Stack my cash 'til it sprout, I'm tryna hold out (Hold out) Treatin

born rich `Gunna`

hurts your pockets Live life, pay when you move, it feel like Monopoly, yeah [Pre-Chorus] And we goin' rich You fuck with me, your baby gon' be born rich You fuck with me, get a son of a don, bitch Do what

alright `Gunna`

alright This money and the fame brought me pain and it changed But I know we be alright (But I hope we be alright, be alright) A lot of people changed, it won't ever be the same But it's gon' be alright They

on me `Gunna`

a million dollars You ain't gon' stay rich 'til you got real products 'Round the time, I'm runnin' up a real gaffer Climbin' to the top, it been too many ladders These losses startin' to help me see what

turned your back `Gunna`

Oh (Oh) [Verse 1] I get back on the road, this time, ain't pressin' the brakes How dare you fix your lips with me, you don’t know what it take I'm out here on my own, they throwin' stones every day My

prototype `Gunna`

Call it what you want I just want some earrings I don't know your name Money long On my way to take her home She live up in the trey I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space Satellite, uh, out of

showed em `Gunna`

be worse) Yeah-ah, it could always be worse And I promised I'd do good, but I can never be perfect (never be perfect) Made it out the hood, I can buy crocodile Birkin Thought I could rap good, but now they

HIM ALL ALONG `Gunna`

I plant the seed, give it water to grow (For my team) Half a million euros in a third-world country, I travel the coast (Travelin', yeah) Always said that I wanted, young Wunna done done it, I do what

collage `Gunna`

Yeah Yeah We just keep goin', man, we don't keep, we don't stop, we just, just keep pushin', man I float like a ghost when I ride (Float) Still on it, they hope I retire ('Tire) No boast, this ain't no

whatsapp (wassam) `Gunna`

They sent the wire through the WhatsApp (WhatsApp) Hope ain't nobody to cuss at (nah) Shit changed but it still get pushed back (pushed back) I drop, make these lil' niggas push back (push) I count up,

podcast `Gunna`

Uh, back up on my feet, I was down bad (Explosivo, down bad) Uh, I done turned these niggas to a podcast (Podcast) Uh, they can hear the Bentley when I drive past (Skrrt-skrrt) Let them take a picture,

ca$h $hit `Gunna`

(X-Plosive) Uh Now you niggas know I talk nothin' but cash shit, know what I mean? Know what I mean?

still prevail `Gunna`

Yeah Yeah Yeah Sippin' OJ in the Cris' Model with me and she lit Black leather Vetement trench Thousands gon' go on my wrist This bitch drankin' me, she a fish They soft that they swivel, don't stick I

i can't feel my face (feat. Nechie) `Gunna`

Mhm, mhm Mhm, mhm (I can't feel my face) Mhm, mhm, mm Mhm, mhm, mhm Still trim Tailor pants, they all him Audemars wrist, they know it's him I'll probably win an award (mhm) Coupe with suicide doors (mhm

biting my game `Gunna`

talent to Turks on the villa I see your bitch in the DM, I'm a dealer (dealer) I used to bag 'em up and vacuum seal 'em She wanna bust down the skittle Wunna a dog out the kennel Niggas always talkin', they

hakuna matata `Gunna`

Came out the bottom, I count a whole lotta, young Gunna worth millions of dollars (Millions of dollars) I ice out the charm, my lil' bitch a model, she made a few M's off a followin' (Yeah) Young Wunna

life’s changing `Gunna`

like a caveman (Woah) I ain't greedy, but I need it (But I need it) Can't believe it, I'm conceited (I'm conceited) Gonna hustle every day, then I repeat it (I repeat it, woah) Every song I dropped, they

endless `Gunna`

I would hate to be on the other side Oh my God, what the fuck? Ah, why these niggas wanna envy me?