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lirik lagu gunna - mayors

[hook: ysl gunna & hoodrich pablo]
20 thousand for the plain jane rollie out of bezels
supreme gasoline i can still get it sent through the mail, yeah
i could f-ck your b-tch, take her home, leave her ‘lone i won’t play ‘er
got some diamonds on my neck, drippin wet, i got water like a whale, yeah
100 thousand in my closet
designer all david perry, yeah
i walk in that bih then i’m smokin that cookie
you know i put it in the air, yeah
put ice in my watch and my bracelet
both from cartier, yeah
these b-tches they know i’m a playa, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: ysl gunna & hoodrich pablo]
young n-gg- can’t even lie, i turned to a slime
everyday a n-gg- wake up, i got racks on my mind
it’s loyalty i praise, stay true to my ties
thugger told me [?] aliante and that’s my time
i put on a rollie, too much ice, i can’t even see the time
i’m on that lean, the percs and the xans, i think i’m losing my mind
stay down on the ground, you still sell diamond
now my diamonds yeah they shine
got the mansion looking like a pop-up, we got these b-tches in line
double up [?] double park it, d-mn that sh-t cost me a fine
copped me a coupe but went and blow the brains out, d-mn this sh-t charge me a dime
my audemars a perfect time
i f-ck on her and she fine
young gunna he one of a kind
i shine in a room with no lights
i f-ck that lil b-tch on the cam
told her do it for the vine
f-ck that lil b-tch in the mouth
i f-ck that lil b-tch in the spine
f-ck that lil b-tch and get back on the grind
what the chances coming up from a dime
i hang with the k!llers and robbers my n-gg-
neighborhood in the slimes

[verse 2: hoodrich pablo & ysl gunna]
rockin’ louis diamond, yeah, yeah
i f-ck your b-tch and i send her my mail, yeah
i drink the lean, no beer, tho
whippin a buffet, i’m having bezels, yeah
free my cousin outta telfare
these n-gg-s get locked up, i tell ya
i know when that sh-t can get real
you done have to catch for your bail then
same spot that i’m living
trap rock, yeah i sell that
your b-tch she still on welfare
under [?] on bel-air, yeah
water on me like i sail, yeah
i’m bout to cop some vinyls, yeah
i drop this all on the scale, d-mn
sip, sip, sip, sip, pop a lil pill

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