Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gilligan, artist - D.R.A.M.. Date of issue: 20.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gilligan |
| Big headed, bossin' |
| Fucked up, turnt, too |
| Do it big headed, bossin' |
| Turnt up, turnt, too |
| Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live |
| Lost just like Gilligan on my own island |
| Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan |
| Gone off the shit again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy |
| Gone off the shit again, yeah, ayy |
| Lost just like Gilligan, ayy, ayy |
| Gone off the shit again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy |
| Gone off the shit again, ayy, lost just like |
| Look, I got hella shit |
| Take a whiff, peep these molly rocks |
| I got downers, too |
| Bought a few, but they still at the spot |
| Bitch, don’t call my bluff |
| If you want one, then meet me at the crib |
| You know what it is |
| Put your phone on off, give your phone to him, okay, cool |
| Girl, your fro so soft, ooh, look at your friend, tryna be rude |
| Get put in your place and that’s out my place |
| So please, be nice |
| All this in your face, you can’t get out my face |
| We know your type |
| Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live |
| Lost just like Gilligan on my own island |
| Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan |
| Gone off the shit again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy |
| Gone off the shit again, yeah, ayy |
| Lost just like Gilligan, ayy, ayy |
| Gone off the shit again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy |
| Gone off the shit again, ayy, lost just like |
| I got hella racks in my safe, got stars in my Wraith |
| I got stripper hoes snortin' blow, dancin' in my place |
| I got hella pounds from the plug that I’m 'bout to face |
| Three Six Mafia probably fuck yo mama back in '98 |
| Sippin' on purple rain like champagne |
| Niggas gon make a toast |
| And that weed ain’t shit that you passin' |
| If a nigga don’t choke |
| Rolls Royce, I’m flying, sauces drippin' |
| Same color as the smoke |
| Thousand niggas with it in the street |
| Nigga look like the Pope |
| (Boss shit, nigga!) |
| Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live |
| Lost just like Gilligan on my own island |
| Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan |
| Gone off the shit again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy |
| Gone off the shit again, yeah, ayy |
| Lost just like Gilligan, ayy, ayy |
| Gone off the shit again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy |
| Gone off the shit again, ayy, lost just like |
| Gilligan lost, turned trill again |
| Need a vitamin, wait a min' |
| Better yet, a ritalin for my adrenaline |
| If I’m up in my feelings, better pay the man |
| Like motherfuck a middle man |
| Like I’m the shits with the shits |
| Fuck another nigga bitch again off the shits again |
| Island boy like I’m Dominican |
| On repeat like a ceiling fan |
| All pink like I’m Killa Cam |
| Palms, feet and let 'em feel the sand |
| On the beach like I’m finna tan |
| Black and proud like the brother man |
| Make it rain like the weatherman |
| Bust your head, fuck a settlement |
| Captain Save and never sell again |
| Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live |
| Lost just like Gilligan on my own island |
| Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan |
| Gone off the shit again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy |
| Gone off the shit again, yeah, ayy |
| Lost just like Gilligan, ayy, ayy |
| Gone off the shit again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy |
| Gone off the shit again, ayy, lost just like |