| It’s easy to slip, don’t want you to fall
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| I drip on this bitch like Met Gala, ballin'
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| Answer her texts, don’t answer her calls
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| Yeah, she sent me a text, won’t answer her call
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| She love when I flex and shop in the mall
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| Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls
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| Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin' my balls
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| We speed in that 'Vette, don’t stop for the laws
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| VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark
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| It’s easy to slip, don’t want you to fall
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| Walk in with the drip, that Met Gala Ball
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| Shoot your shit up, I got accurate aim
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| Fucked up a few mil', now I’m back like I came
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| That boy say my name, I went and got me some strain
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| You know I don’t crash, I just stay in my lane
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| Please don’t compare, because we not the same
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| GunWun ain’t no gimmick, ain’t clownin' for fame
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| I trapped for a living and been had a name
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| Work hard for these clothes, cars, and watches and chains
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| Oh, man, Rolls-Royce got umbrellas, this whip for the rain
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| These folks done fucked up, let me slip in the game
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| This bitch let me fuck, this shit went to her brain
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| She know I’m a beast, and ain’t easy to tame
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| She squirt on my sheets while I beat out her frame
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| Dozed off, woke back up, she still sayin' my name
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| In love with my life, and you wish we could trade
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| Yeah, she sent me a text, won’t answer her call
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| She love when I flex and shop in the mall
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| Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls
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| Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin' my balls
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| We speed in that 'Vette, don’t stop for the laws
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| VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark
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| It’s easy to slip, don’t want you to fall
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| Walk in with the drip, that Met Gala Ball
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| Walk in with the drip like Met Gala Ball
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| Came in and she strip, her panties and all
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| Lip gloss on her lip, suck me like a Hall
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| A boss and a pimp, I bought me a ship
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| I walk with a limp, FN in my drawers
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| When she talk that shit, I put dick in her jaws
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| I hit and don’t miss, ain’t no win, lose, or draw
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| Hit and don’t miss, ain’t no win, lose, or draw
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| Came from Flat Shoals and Old Nat
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| On the South, in that back, you get whacked, then get shot in your car
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| Why hell you think that I’m maxin'? |
| Relaxin' in mansions, no cappin',
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| 'cause we had it hard
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| I ain’t get this shit just from askin', I made this shit happen and passion,
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| it played a big part
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| I ain’t get this bitch off of mackin', it came off of actions and fashion and
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| stay in accord
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| Yeah, she sent me a text, won’t answer her call
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| She love when I flex and shop in the mall
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| Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls
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| Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin' my balls
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| We speed in that 'Vette, don’t stop for the laws
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| VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark
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| It’s easy to slip, don’t want you to fall
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| Walk in with the drip, that Met Gala Ball |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song MET GALA , by - Gunna. Song from the album WUNNA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп