| Gunna, Gunna, Baby
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| Fuck with young YSL, yeah it’s our year
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| Big racks, money talking nigga that’s all I hear
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| Told every one of my niggas this our year
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| Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear
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| I’ma hop out, drip, drip in the flyest gear
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| Everything came from Saks Fifths
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| Bitch got Dior all on her lips
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| Let her ride, I’ma drive from the rear
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| Drive that bitch and go crazy
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| All blue hunnids big faces
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| Four pockets full, Lil Baby
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| Catch me a jet and go to Vegas
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| Chauffeur from a 63 AMG Mercedes
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| VVSs on me and they banging
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| Fuckin' on a nigga old lady
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| I was tryna grind like the 80s
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| I had to stack it tall took a whole lot of patience
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| Spend a dime nigga money ancient
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| 'Til I hit the mall and I fell in love with Maison
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| Money growing feeling like I’m aging
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| Pour a four of syrup let me taste it
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| Attached to the paper we related
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| Big racks, money conversation
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| Big racks, money talking nigga that’s all I hear
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| Told every one of my niggas this our year
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| Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear
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| I’ma hop out, drip, drip in the flyest gear
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| Everything came from Saks Fifths
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| Bitch got Dior all on her lips
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| Let her ride, I’ma drive from the rear
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| Told Gunna Gunna lil' kid this our year, you dig what I’m sayin' bro?
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| She got starstruck by the stars in the wraith, she know I ain’t playin' though
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| I ran them bands up
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| Dressed like I’m sponsored by Louis Vuitton
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| Givenchy, Chanel, YSL, I’m a don
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| Four pockets full, get them in by the ton
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| Look at my bitch how she stunt on they ass she got class she got every bag
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| Jumped on a lear, left the pack in the hood text my ho told a bitch I ain’t
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| coming back
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| Big racks, money talking nigga that’s all I hear
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| Told every one of my niggas this our year
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| Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear
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| I’ma hop out, drip, drip in the flyest gear
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| Everything came from Saks Fifths
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| Bitch got Dior all on her lips
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| Let her ride, I’ma drive from the rear
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| Big racks, money talking nigga that’s all I hear
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| Told every one of my niggas this our year |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Our Year , by - Lil Baby. Song from the album Perfect Timing, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп