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letra de goin in - gunna

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[chorus]
i will never ever switch
i stopped and watch ’em take a pic
i put some icing on my wrist
my forgiato blowing kisses, lips
i hit the club and threw a ten
she know i know i’m goin’ in
got tom ford on my lens
a don juan like a pimp, b-tch

[verse 1]
got 60 shows a n-gga goin’ in
they sent me to front with a back end
world tour, i’m picking up a 10
we run up that sack when they pack in
you wanna send it, better mail it straight
i could show you, let me demonstrate
saran wrap it like a dinner plate
you got the truck and i’ma check the date
get there early, not a minute late
bust it open, smoke it, meditate
that lean is something i can never waste
that iley miley got a bitter taste
we been pouring syrup in a minute maid
we far from white but we got plenty k’s
we blow this sh-t up, we the renegade
i bought a house and then went renovate it
my side b-tch wanna have a baby
i f-ck her good and give her penetration
we f-cking smoking, we need ventilation
i’m rocking ice, a n-gga really skating
i’m rapping focused, n-gga dedicated
i brought the show, look like a masquerade
shut this sh-t down like the central station

[chorus]
i will never ever switch
i stopped and watch ’em take a pic
i put some icing on my wrist
my forgiato blowing kisses, lips
i hit the club and threw a ten
she know i know i’m goin’ in
got tom ford on my lens
a don juan like a pimp, b-tch

[verse 2]
i know, i know, i know, i know i’m goin’
i know, i know, i know i keep ’em flowing
i open words and now i speak influence
i’m a boss, i got a strong influence
i went got my chance, i’m a opportunist
i tuck the glock, n-gga not the ruger
got 30 shots and n-gga i’m the shooter
i put my jewelry in a f-cking cooler
i whipped the benz and then i whipped the beamer
i told her pick my clothes up at the cleaners
she walk and toot it like a ballerina
she bad as f-ck, a n-gga barely see her
she shop at houston in the galleria
i send her once inside the beverly hills
she try take my wallet and spend a mil’
i keep it silent i never tell
i came out that dope hole to give em’ h-ll
tell me what you want, i got it for sell
when i was 11 i seen a bale
go ‘head run that pack all the way
i copped me some work when i got a scale
and i found a plug in l.a
i told him we sendin’ it in the mail

[chorus]
i will never ever switch
i stopped and watch ’em take a pic
i put some icing on my wrist
my forgiato blowing kisses, lips
i hit the club and threw a ten
she know i know i’m goin’ in
got tom ford on my lens
a don juan like a pimp, b-tch

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