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Gunna – Almighty Lyrics
Artist: Gunna
Song: Almighty
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear her hearty, 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
Oh, ace ’round my waist, I’m back rocking Hermes
Givenchy Air Forces, they cost me a band
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 all the time so I’m sipping this red
I cannot cap, these racks getting to my head
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 stitching, 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
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear her hearty, 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
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 Porsche 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
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear her hearty, 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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From the album:
Drip Season 3 (Deluxe) [Explicit]
Release Year: 2019