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gunna - top lyrics

[chorus]
went straight to the top like a fitted (top)
still got some act in the fridge (act)
pour up let’s count up these riches (pour it, pour it)
still flying bags through the city
i told you that foreign wasn’t rented
i can’t f-ck on no boring b-tches (no boring b-tches)
young gunna was born to get it

[verse 1]
i gotta keep going in
walk in that flame make it storm again
when i see this b-tch she pick up a ten
i f-cked on her now i wanna f-ck her friend
i’m popping that shit from above the rim
my drip with my crew and we love to spend (we love it)
saint laurent, dior, chanel again
scr-p on that left with a fn
oh yeah, these maison margiela vanilla
g5 we don’t fly propeller (nah)
my coupe filled with paraphernalia (yeah)
my lil’ brother keep a beretta
seem like they got a vendetta (yeah)
pull up with with them sticks in the shuttle
put my momma in that new gucci sweater
they hate to see i’m doing better

[verse 2]
tell my lil’ bro don’t panic
everyday we gon’ ride with that static
them big blue faces i gotta have it
i got carrots but i don’t see no rabbit
i f-cked that lil’ pussy and vanished
she say that young gunna a savage
still had racks when i walked outta magic
hit that nat then i pulled in the palace
yea the south turned the kid to a legend (i swear)
and i can’t forget it (nah)
rags to riches
put that shit on in givenchy
i shot it the last minute (last)
what you thought a n-gg- wasn’t with it?
i parallel park hop out dripping
got drank in my cup i keep sipping
and my fire gon’ come with extension

- gunna lyrics

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