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gunna - good day lyrics

[intro]
(wheezy beats)

[chorus: gunna]
grindin’ and came up from nothin’
police [?] steady duckin’ (ya)
servin’ these feigns got me clutchin’ (ya)
can make you a mill’ off my hustlin’ (ya)
i couldn’t make this up, it was destin
flyin’ these jets, we the jetsons
ain’t n0body stoppin’ yo’ blessin’
ain’t no n+gga bein’ yo’ yes man
[verse 1: gunna]
pull up real fast like a freight train
skrt off with some sh+t that’ll maintain
you can’t help a loss, it’s just more pain
my auntie still sniffin’ that cocaine
i pray and just hope that she okay
gucci brand on, i don’t see no shade (no shade)
you still walk in and cop dolce
you suckered up n+ggas get play
kickin’ this sh+t with the sensei (sensei)
hit thе strip club in the mid day (mid day)
trappin’, i used to sell mid wеight
i capped and went up off a mixtape
i’m backin’, correctin’ my mistakes
you put your all in, you gon’ get paid
i’m still tryna die, but i just can’t
i’m thankful that i had a good day
i’m thankful that i had a good day
i’m thankful that i had a good day, yeah

[chorus: gunna]
grindin’ and came up from nothin’
police [?] steady duckin’ (ya)
servin’ these feigns got me clutchin’ (ya)
can make you a mill’ off my hustlin’ (ya)
i couldn’t make this up, it was destin
flyin’ these jets, we the jetsons
ain’t n0body stoppin’ yo’ blessin’
ain’t no n+gga bein’ yo’ yes man
[verse 2: young thug]
hey, [?] i need my [?]
i point you out and eat your flesh, yeah
like the temptations, we the [?], oh yeah
beat the case in my sleep, lady still wanna freak
i can’t go back to the streets
i know everybody watchin’ me
i’m gon’ eat it up [?]
on the [?], twenty [?], [?], shawty lo
drop your pants at the do’, yeah
i had it, i lost it, fasho, uh
these racks in my pocket gon’ blow
half a mill’, i got the whole streets right
i’m ridin’ with my millions, my guys
take the top off and look in the sky
see the same thing as the roof on the [?]
oh, i switch out the whips, got the coupe in the [?]
oh, i ran them m’s, she back callin’ me “[?]”
oh, i’m smokin’ some fruit that i got from your [?]
i hop out the coupe, [?], oh, oh

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