| I will never ever switch
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| I stopped and watch 'em take a pic
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| I put some icing on my wrist
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| My Forgiato blowing kiss, lips
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| I hit the club and threw a 10
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| She know I know I’m goin' in
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| Got Tom Ford on my lens
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| A Don Juan like a pimp, bitch
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| Got 60 shows a nigga goin' in
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| They sent me to front with a back end
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| World tour, I’m picking up a 10
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| We run up that sack when they pack in
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| You wanna send it, better mail it straight
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| I could show you, let me demonstrate
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| Saran wrap it like a dinner plate
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| You got the truck and I’mma check the date
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| Get there early, not a minute late
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| Bust it open, smoke it, meditate
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| That lean is something I can never waste
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| That Iley Miley got a bitter taste
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| We been pouring syrup in a Minute Maid
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| We far from white but we got plenty K’s
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| We blow this shit up, we the renegade
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| I bought a house and then went renovate it
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| My side bitch wanna have a baby
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| I fuck her good and give her penetration
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| We fucking smoking, we need ventilation
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| I’m rocking ice, a nigga really skating
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| I’m rapping focused, nigga dedicated
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| I brought the show, look like a masquerade
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| Shut this shit down like the Central Station
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| I will never ever switch
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| I stopped and watch 'em take a pic
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| I put some icing on my wrist
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| My Forgiato blowing kisses, lips
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| I hit the club and threw a 10
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| She know I know I’m goin' in
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| Got Tom Ford on my lens
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| A Don Juan like a pimp, bitch
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| I know, I know, I know, I know I’m goin'
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| I know, I know, I know I keep 'em flowing
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| I open words and now I speak influence
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| I’m a boss, I got a strong influence
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| I went got my chance, I’m a opportunist
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| I tuck the Glock, nigga not the Ruger
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| Got 30 shots and nigga I’m the shooter
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| I put my jewelry in a fucking cooler
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| I whipped the Benz and then I whipped the Beamer
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| I told her pick my clothes up at the cleaners
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| She walk and toot it like a ballerina
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| She bad as fuck, a nigga barely see her
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| She shop at Houston in the Galleria
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| I send her once inside the Beverly Hills
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| She try take my wallet and spend a mil'
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| I keep it silent I never tell
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| I came out that dope hole to give em' hell
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| Tell me what you want, I got it for sell
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| When I was 11 I seen a bale
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| Go 'head run that pack all the way
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| I copped me some work when I got a scale
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| And I found a plug in LA
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| I told him we sendin' it in the mail
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| I will never ever switch
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| I stopped and watch 'em take a pic
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| I put some icing on my wrist
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| My Forgiato blowing kisses, lips
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| I hit the club and threw a 10
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| She know I know I’m goin' in
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| Got Tom Ford on my lens
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| A Don Juan like a pimp, bitch |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goin In, artist - Gunna. Album song Drip Season, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп