| Yeah, turn up
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| (Run that back, Turbo)
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (Hotel)
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| I gotta win, I can’t fail (Can't fail)
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| New foreign, not the Chevelle (Not the Chevelle, huh, huh, yeah)
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| Yeah, I got my drip out the mail (Drip out the mail)
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| This drip ain’t goin' on sale (On sale)
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| Bangin' my gat 'til I’m pale ('Til I’m pale)
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| Can’t fuck with you, Petty LaBelle (Lil' Petty)
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| Me and my brother like Kenan and Kel (Kenan and Kel)
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| Send them racks to my niggas in jail (Jail)
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| Lot of smoke when that Demon fishtail (Yeah, smoke)
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| Niggas hoes and they startin' to reveal (Yeah, hoes)
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| Damn, I hope he don’t tell (I hope he don’t tell)
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| He silent, I’m payin' his bail (Payin' his bail)
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| Ain’t no fake shit, we keepin' it real (Keepin' it real)
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| I keep me a hammer, no nails (No nails)
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| Moved out the condo to L (Moved out the condo)
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| Shootout like Rondo, the opps (Shootout)
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| The codeine dissolvin' these pills (These pills)
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| Gucci drip down to my socks (Uh, Gucci drip)
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| Drove the Hellcat out of hell (Skrrt)
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| Wintertime, mink or the fox (Mink or the fox)
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| New Richard Mille my watch (Yeah, Mille my watch, yeah)
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| Yeah, if we slime then I’m slimin' you out (Slimin' you out)
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| I let too many thots in the house (Thots in the house)
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| I can’t fuck then I’m kickin' you out (I'm kickin' you out, uh)
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| I’m still matchin' my bag with the pouch (Yeah)
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| I’m a young gangster mixed with a scout (Mixed with a scout)
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| I done stacked me a bigger amount (A bigger amount)
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| Had to show you what Gunna be 'bout (Gunna be 'bout, yeah) Yeah,
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| I did this shit with no vouch (No vouch)
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| I let your bitch whip it round (Whip it round)
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| Fuckin' her ass and her mouth (Mouth)
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| Glad that I came out the South (Came out the South)
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| Made it through hate and the doubt (Hate and the doubt)
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| Drippin', it gave me some clout (It gave me some clout)
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| Take a G5 through the clouds (Clouds, huh, yeah)
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| Yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (Hotel)
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| I gotta win, I can’t fail (Can't fail)
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| New foreign, not the Chevelle (Not the Chevelle, huh, huh, yeah)
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| Yeah, I got my drip out the mail (Drip out the mail)
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| This drip ain’t goin' on sale (On sale)
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| Bangin' my gat 'til I’m pale ('Til I’m pale) (Woah, slatt)
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| Got big guns and I will (I will)
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| Don’t make me wan' kill (Wan' kill)
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| Fucked her right off pill
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| Woah, yeah (Lil Uzi), all-white gold no steel (Yeah)
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| Rose gold link on chill
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| My diamonds, they teal (Brr)
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| They hit white in the light, and at night can’t tell, uh (Can't tell)
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| You know that my name it ring bells (Ring bells, ayy)
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| You know I’m high like a light bill (Light bill, yeah)
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| I put my dick in your female (Oh yeah)
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| No pasta but make 'em eat shells (Oh yeah)
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| The Lambo, I need a seatbelt (Skrrt)
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| Two-hundred my dash, you could tell (Woah)
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| You racin' but chasin' a tail (Ayy)
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| I drop my top like it’s Montel (Okay)
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| You know Gunna double-C, Chanel (Chanel)
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| No Jordan hide behind spell (Spells)
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| You know forty with the hollow shell (Shells)
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| With that smell, baby, YSL (YSL)
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| Ooh, mister, uh, slimy like a snail, yeah (Snail, slatt, slatt)
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| These diamonds on my wrist, them bitches wet just like a whale (Oh yeah, what?)
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| My new crib so big, yeah, my backyard, it got a trail (It do, what?)
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| You know my swag is so clean, got green, not talkin' kale (Ooh, what?)
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| Clip long like a unibrow, so my Glock, it named Helga, uh (Yeah, yeah)
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| Took me one whole day to fly that bitch and she Australian (Oh, what? Yeah)
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| What’s her name, don’t look like a snitch so I ain’t with the tellin' (Slatt,
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| slatt, slime), yeah, yeah (Yeah)
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| Yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (Hotel)
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| I gotta win, I can’t fail (Can't fail)
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| New foreign, not the Chevelle (So icy, not the Chevelle, huh, huh, yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah, I got my drip out the mail (Drip out the mail)
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| This drip ain’t goin' on sale (On sale)
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| Bangin' my gat 'til I’m pale ('Til I’m pale)
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| Woah, yeah (Woah), we just been livin' it better
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| YSL, we want the smoke, that’s forever (Woah, woah)
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| Feel like a mice on the race to the cheddar (Yeah, yeah)
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| In the penthouse, we came straight out the shelter (Ooh)
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| Yeah, we came straight out the shelter
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| Woah, yeah, I got a burner, it melt you (Bah)
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| You got the cards that they dealt you (Bah)
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| They mad a nigga ain’t felt them (Bah)
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| Woah, yeah (Woah), FN is light as a feather (Yeah)
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| Hit him two times, Raymond Felton (Felton)
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| We still in the race for the cheddar (Cheddar)
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| Woah, yeah (Woah), Gunna Gunna in the Tesla (Swerve)
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| Doors up like a feather (Swerve)
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| Models pullin' in every time that we let 'em (Yeah)
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| Woah, woah (Woah), slimy, slimy, yeah, we slimes (Slatt)
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| AP Hublot for the time (Slatt)
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| So a ho can’t waste my time (No)
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| Baby VV’s cost a dime (Dime)
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| Streets heatin' up, me and Gunna got the iron (Press 'em, press 'em, press 'em,
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| woah, woah, yeah)
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| Yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (Hotel)
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| I got to win, I can’t fail (Can't fail, yeah)
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| New foreign, not the Chevelle (Not the Chevelle, no, huh, huh, yeah)
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| Yeah, I got my drip out the mail (Drip out the mail, yeah, yeah)
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| This drip ain’t goin' on sale (On sale)
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| Bangin' my gat 'til I’m pale ('Til I’m pale, woah, slatt) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song At The Hotel , by - Gunna. Song from the album Drip Season 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп