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    [neu] Gunna – Met Gala [2020]

    Künstler:
    Gunna

    [Intro]
    It’s easy to slip, don’t want you to fall
    Might drip on this bitch like Met Gala, ballin’
    Answer her texts, don’t answer her calls

    [Chorus]
    Yeah, she sent me a text, I don’t answer her call
    She love when I flex and shop in the mall
    Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls
    Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin’ my balls
    We speed in that ‘Vette, don’t stop for the laws
    VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark
    It’s easy to slip, don’t want you to fall
    Walk in with the drip at Met Gala Ball

    [Verse 1]
    Shoot your shit up, I got accurate aim
    Poured up a few mil’, now I’m back like I came
    That boy say my name, I went and got me some strain
    You know I don’t crash, I just stay in my lane
    Please don’t compare, because we not the same
    GunWun ain’t no gimmick, ain’t clownin’ for fame
    I trapped for a living and been had a name
    Work hard for these clothes, cars, and watches and chains
    Oh, man, Rolls-Royce got umbrellas, this whip for the rain
    These folks done fucked up, let me slip in the game
    This bitch let me fuck, this shit went to her brain
    She know I’m a beast, it ain’t easy to tame
    She squirt on my sheets while I beat out her frame
    Dozed off, woke back up, she still sayin’ my name
    In love with my life, and you wish we could trade

    [Chorus]
    Yeah, she sent me a text, I don’t answer her call
    She love when I flex and shop in the mall
    Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls
    Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin’ my balls
    We speed in that ‘Vette, don’t stop for the laws
    VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark
    It’s easy to slip, don’t want you to fall
    Walk in with the drip at Met Gala Ball

    [Verse 2]
    Walk in with the drip like Met Gala Ball
    Came in and she strip, her panties and all
    Lip gloss on her lip, suck me like a ho
    A boss and a pimp, I bought me a ship
    I walk with a limp, FN in my drawers
    When she talk that shit, I put dick in her jaws
    I hit and don’t miss, ain’t no win, lose, or draw
    Hit and don’t miss, ain’t no win, lose, or draw
    Came from Flat Shoals and Old Nat
    On the South, in that back, you get whacked, then get shot in your car
    Why hell you think that I’m maxin’? Relaxin’ in mansions, no cappin’, ’cause we had it hard
    I ain’t get this shit just from askin’, I made this shit happen and passion, it played a big part
    I ain’t get this bitch off of mackin’, it came off of actions and fashion and stay in accord

    [Chorus]
    Yeah, she sent me a text, I don’t answer her call
    She love when I flex and shop in the mall
    Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls
    Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin’ my balls
    We speed in that ‘Vette, don’t stop for the laws
    VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark
    It’s easy to slip, don’t want you to fall
    Walk in with the drip at Met Gala Ball


    Künstler:
    Gunna


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