letra de almighty - gunna
[chorus: gunna]
whippin’ that masi, pay me for the party
i don’t wear ed hardy, got drip on my body
ten thousand ones for these strippers in follies
codeine i sip while i’m smoking exotic
working like gotti, my crew almighty
no tgi fridays, eat five-star, we dining
all of my b-tches want vvs diamonds
throw racks in the club and start changing the climate
[verse 1: gunna]
oh, h ’round my waist, i’m back rocking hermes
givenchy air forces, they cost me a bag
i rock a show, give some racks to my man
i eat the cake too, brought my b-tch to the sand
i geek up my whips and live life on the edge
slime out of town so i’m sipping this red
i cannot cap, these racks getting to my head
young gunna rappin’, i really was trappin’
my wrist need a napkin, rolex got me wet
drip they gon’ jack it, marc jacobs my jacket
them folks had to test me, sh-t cost me some bread
european st-tching, love shopping in france
she want a vacation, my b-tch need a tan
fear of god pants match my fear of god vans
you n-gg-s weren’t there when i needed a hand
[chorus: gunna]
whippin’ that masi, pay me for the party
i don’t wear ed hardy, got drip on my body
ten thousand ones for these strippers in follies
codeine i sip while i’m smoking exotic
working like gotti, my crew almighty
no tgi fridays, eat five-star, we dining
all of my b-tches want vvs diamonds
throw racks in the club and start changing the climate
[verse 2: hoodrich pablo juan]
i want the money, i don’t want no tommy
my pockets stuffed, yeah i keep it on me
my whip a snow bunny, i love them blue hunnids
brand new masi and the the bentley armani
bite that lacoste, i jumped out the porch as a boss, yeah
drinking hi-tech in the loft, raw
my b-tch got a -ss that’s soft
no, this ain’t no gas it’s cigar
i roll up backwood and gelato
i’m rocking valentino with the red bottoms
givenchy stars got me f-cking a model
poppin’ seals, we don’t drink bottles
hustle hard about that almighty dollar
try to play me, put that k to your collar
snakes in the garden, my gucci mufasa
pablo juan b-tch, i’m the plug like a charger
[chorus: gunna]
whippin’ that masi, pay me for the party
i don’t wear ed hardy, got drip on my body
ten thousand ones for these strippers in follies
codeine i sip while i’m smoking exotic
working like gotti, my crew almighty
no tgi fridays, eat five-star, we dining
all of my b-tches want vvs diamonds
throw racks in the club and start changing the climate
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