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letra de sins - gunna

[intro]
(billboard hitmakers)
lord forgive me for my sins-in-ins-in-in-in

[chorus]
lord please forgive me for my sins
did so much sh-t i can’t repent
i put some more diamonds in my wrist
look at the time a n-gga spent
i’m cashin’ out, i don’t want no rent
i spend like a diamond when we in fifths
they can’t see the tom ford on my lens
i sip me some syrup and pop a ten

[verse 1]
wanna know how much money we gettin’?
told these n-ggas imma trap again
get them bales, them b-tches traffickin’
hit my line my n-gga, pack is in
imma rack em’, stack em’ by the ten
we rockin’ rollie’s, servin’ out a benz
you police trippin, person shot again
they took his life and hung him by the rim
man they need to stop it
you know goin’ outside ain’t an option
imma pull out that fire and start poppin’
imma whip at that cat when i got it
my new b-tch is [?], exotic
i’m far from a cop, but i still cop it
these haters scrolin’, cl!ckin’, still watchin’
easter pink, now i’m pill poppin’
i pop a pint and pour it in the soda
p-ssy police wanna pull me over
i’m young, i’m black, i’m rich, i drive a rover
i book a show, this sh-t is over the code
they don’t wanna see you be an owner
had to separate and be a loner
ain’t trying see the cap like a coca-cola
[chorus]
lord please forgive me for my sins
did so much sh-t i can’t repent
i put some more diamonds in my wrist
look at the time a n-gga spent
i’m cashin’ out, i don’t want no rent
i spend like a diamond when we in fifths
they can’t see the tom ford on my lens
i sip me some syrup and pop a ten

[bridge]
i sip me some syrup and pop a ten
they can’t see the tom ford on my lens
she wan’ hit me, pop my sh-t again
i see ya’ loyalty within
trust me, i’m knowin’ you’re a friend
i’m loyal, we ridin’ to the end

[verse 2]
the dog made me sorry
i love to work, you n-ggas love to party
i shoot for [?] for the carti
go ahead and jump in that rarri’
private jets, we eatin’ calamari
i do this sh-t for lil zary
if it don’t serve a purpose then it’s retarted
picked that backend up at the after party
i’m puttin’ d-ck in ya daughter
not 21, but these b-tches, i slaughter
might go the club and buy yo’ b-tch a bottle
i bet you didn’t know i put b-lls in the tesla
i don’t own a pair of handcuffs, i can’t cuff her
i left my heart in the county, i can’t love her
pockets celery because i get paid double
only god can keep me outta trouble, yeah
[chorus]
lord please forgive me for my sins
did so much sh-t i can’t repent
i put some more diamonds in my wrist
look at the time a n-gga spent
i’m cashin’ out, i don’t want no rent
i spend like a diamond when we in fifths
they can’t see the tom ford on my lens
i sip me some syrup and pop a ten

- gunna

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