letra de young nigga - gunna
[verse 1]
young gunna keep pimping
pull up and i’m politicking
vvs’s b-tch i’m dripping
got on my ysl, b-tch i’m dripping
b-tch looking fly as h-ll and don’t take pictures
n-gga get out of line, a n-gga hitting
my b-tch is fine as h-ll but she don’t listen
that’s why i f-ck the b-tch and then dismiss her
i want blue cheese only
i ain’t rocking no saucony’s
gunna gon’ be the first one to own it
that sh-t is out of season i don’t want it
i got my britches, how ’bout ferragamo?
i got some choppers, ’bouta buy more ammo
i’m tryna catch a n-gga, i ain’t a scammer
i’m in new york and i feel like the panda
promise i won’t let up
you a p-ssy n-gga, n-gga shut up
i think these b-tches dig it like a shovel
i got my cheese chip, i’m stacking cheddar
god i made it out the ghetto
i cannot lie a n-gga living better
that rover came with two umbrellas
white and black seats, i call ’em salt and pepper
i’m a rockstar, i’m toting heavy metal
hit the gas and press the pedal
n-gga can’t get no service, ain’t no data
i’ll cop another car, you make me madder
i could keep getting money, it don’t matter
you don’t like what you see then change the channel
cause i’ma keep popping sh-t on every camera
gunna gunna with whatever
[chorus]
come where i’m from, gotta keep a gun n-gga
cause the young n-ggas gon’ ride
n-gga can’t run, n-gga you can’t hide
i come from where the young n-ggas die
go get a bond n-gga, flip a pot
break down that bond n-gga, make a lot
n-ggas ain’t real, n-ggas never lie
your brother get k!lled n-gga, and you gon’ cry
[verse 2]
you can’t get what i got
i ain’t no p-ssy, i ain’t someone to try
n-gga can’t take the chain or take the watch
n-gga a ghost of gunna blow the spot
see the real in my eyes
n-gga ain’t put my pyrex to no side
i’m from a mob filled with ties
she f-ck me cause she like my vibe
i copped the car then i chopped the top
she want me raw dog but i’m not
i feel like a star when i’m walking out
i shoot you like paul pierce, i got a shot
you still playing hard, n-gga need to stop
my n-gga never seen the drought
and troup like a guard living on the south
i come from where them bodies drop
[chorus]
come where i’m from, gotta keep a gun n-gga
cause the young n-ggas gon’ ride
n-gga can’t run, n-gga you can’t hide
i come from where the young n-ggas die
go get a bond n-gga, flip a pot
break down that bond n-gga, make a lot
n-ggas ain’t real, n-ggas never lie
your brother get k!lled n-gga, and you gon’ cry
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