| Pull up in coupes with no roofs
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| You caught me in a good mood (I'm in a good mood)
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| Can’t put a spike in my groove
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| Got more these designer shoes, mmh (Designer shoes)
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| I drip, I need an award (Drippin' award)
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| I whipped that white for that Porsche
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| I think I’m on a high horse (I'm on a high horse)
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| YSL, got none' but Hi-Tunes
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| We kill 'em off, no remorse (Off, no remorse)
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| I gotta win, I can’t lose
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| I’m tryna feed all my boys (Feed all my boys)
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| Huh, I paid my dues for these hoes (Yeah)
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| I got that flame to the torch (Yeah)
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| Young Gunna ball with no court (Ball with no court)
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| I hit the trap and quit sports
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| I give all thanks to the Lord (Thanks to the Lord)
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| I hit that 'yo and record
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| They get that drip from your boy, mmh
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| It ain’t no facade, I spent some racks on my shoes (Mmh)
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| I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels (Cash for my jewels)
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| I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo (Mmh)
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| I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound (Out like a wound)
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| Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you (Die about you)
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| My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move (Mmh)
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| Give praises to the God, don’t believe in voodoo (Turn up, believe in voodoo)
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| 'Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you (Yeah yeah yeah yeah,
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| turn up)
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| Man bag, guns in 'em (Dope)
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| Track pants, run in 'em (Shots)
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| Gorilla glue, Godzilla (Gas)
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| We don’t fuck with no nigga (Pussy)
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| How you want that Saint Laurent bag, you ain’t suckin' no dick? |
| (Ho)
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| My lil' LA bitch got jet-lag, she off that coke shit (Coke)
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| Fuck that shit, come on, shawty (Shawty)
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| Fuck that Ghost, where the Rari? |
| (Skrrt)
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| None of my niggaswant to party (No)
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| Them young niggas want to catch a body (Grrah)
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| We ain’t wifing no Chiraq thots (Nah)
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| Threesome, them my type of thots (Bitch)
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| Vegas bitch tried to sell me pussy (No no)
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| Tell that ho like, «Hell no» (No no)
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| Main homie’s bitch tried to fuck me
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| And she told me he don’t know (Don't know)
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| In fact, they won’t say shit
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| 'Cause he know he gon' get peter-rolled (Gang gang)
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| And we about the violence, my young niggas be wildin' (Turn up)
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| Your baby mama is trifling (Get 'em), yeah yeah
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| It ain’t no facade, I spent some racks on my shoes (Mmh)
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| I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels (Cash for my jewels)
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| I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo (Mmh)
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| I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound (Out like a wound)
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| Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you (Die about you)
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| My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move (Mmh)
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| Give praises to the God, don’t believe in voodoo (Believe in voodoo)
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| 'Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you (Mmh) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lies About You, artist - Gunna. Album song Drip Season 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп