| I call the shots, I’m a coach
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| I came to kill like a Zoe
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| I’m only feeding my folks
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| Climb to the top like a rope
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| Chokers all 'round my neck, I’ma choke
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| We cleaning this money with soap
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| With this bread, I stack every loaf
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| Talk to God, ain’t losing no hope
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| Don’t give up
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| Don’t give up
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| I hope you don’t give up
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| Don’t give up, no
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| They call me Gunna the GOAT
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| Keep me a gun and I tote
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| Niggas be doin' the most
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| Can’t go out sad with you hoes
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| I gotta stick to the code
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| I water my money then grow it
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| Shit big and it’s 'bout to explode
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| Tesla got suicide doors
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| Yes I’m reaching my goals
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| It’s a check every one of my shows
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| Had the handmaid tailor my clothes
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| It’s a pay day nigga, you owe
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| Lot of diamonds on me, I’m cold
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| I got fashion on me like Vogue
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| Whole lotta drip, better leave me alone
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| My bitch got pink toes
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| I don’t wanna leave it alone
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| I wanna fuck when I want
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| Got the piece flooded with stones
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| Baby not runnin' me home
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| My brother dead and gone
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| We was just livin' wrong
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| Sip out the pain in the morning
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| I call the shots, I’m a coach
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| I came to kill like a Zoe
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| I’m only feeding my folks
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| Climb to the top like a rope
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| Chokers all 'round my neck, I’ma choke
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| We cleaning this money with soap
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| With this bread, I stack every loaf
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| Talk to God, ain’t losing no hope
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| Don’t give up
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| Don’t give up
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| I hope you don’t give up
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| Don’t give up, no
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| I used to shop at the Ross
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| How I still win from a loss
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| Got hired, done turned to a boss
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| Ride in that Maybach like Ross
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| I got this water like Voss
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| I wanna fuck in her mouth
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| They callin', you know I’m en route
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| I heard that you had a drought
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| I made it ship, make it bounce
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| Every day I smoke more than an ounce
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| Money machine, let it count
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| Clothes that can dress up a house
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| We loyal, you in our you out?
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| I ran up my bag like a sprout
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| Trust me I know what it’s 'bout
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| Fed screams and I’m out
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| Get the racks and you bustin' it down
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| The cash route
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| Run it up, showin' no slouch
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| Glass house
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| Shittin' on whoever look down
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| You nigga need you a vouch
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| Every day I’ma drip to the ground
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| I call the shots, I’m a coach
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| I came to kill like a Zoe
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| I’m only feeding my folks
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| Climb to the top like a rope
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| Chokers all 'round my neck, I’ma choke
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| We cleaning this money with soap
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| With this bread, I stack and reload
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| Talk to God, ain’t losing no hope
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| Don’t give up
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| Don’t give up
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| I hope you don’t give up
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| Don’t give up, no |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Give Up , by - Gunna. Song from the album Drip or Drown, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп