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- Gunna Toast Up 歌詞
- Gunna
- Toast Up （）-Gunna
Wheezy beats
Told my ni**a toast up pour some lean in his cup yeah
In the penthouse sixty levels up
With some hoes that I cant cuff yeah
I got lean in my cup I got rumors I cant trust yeah
Niggas thinking that they tough
They dont wanna play with us damn
Keep a semi-auto tucked like a pimple I might bust yeah
Gotta thank God that we up I done seen more than enough yeah
From the outside looking in they think the kid made it
I aint ever witnessed so much damn hatred
Gotta get a grill for these dead faces
Thinking bout that money got my mind racing
Time is running out Im running out of patience
Come down to that paper you gongrind aint you
They play with one of your partners you gonride aint you
We gontake it over this is our nation
Ima ride that Rover I need high maintenance
Specialty executive its so spacious
Im so used to this I dont do nothing basic
Chanel on your feet I know you love pacin
Whatever you do dont give it up baby
Whatever you do dont give it up baby
Go clean up I got hundreds in the tub baby
Told my ni**a toast up pour some lean in his cup yeah
In the penthouse sixty levels up
With some hoes that I cant cuff yeah
I got lean in my cup I got rumors I cant trust yeah
Niggas thinking that they tough
They dont wanna play with us damn
Keep a semi-auto tucked like a pimple I might bust yeah
Gotta thank God that we up I done seen more than enough yeah
I dont see no one but us I dont seem to worry much
I been high inside the clouds I can feel em and touch
Theyve been praying on my down they dont wanna see me up
I done took so many fouls now they seem keep me tough
I aint coming with no bluff niggas know I aint letting up
I been in and out of town doing shows and stacking bucks
Moving slow and sippinTuss Hi-Tech and actinup
We gonpour a pint my niggas all litty
Toastinup cause we bout to make more millis
Hundreds in the bank I need them blue benjis
Put you in the latest Jimmy Choo baby
They say this money gonna drive us all crazy
Paper done put pressure on my old lady
Broke your heart and had to buy a new Mercedes
Working hard geekincant stop getting faded
Told my ni**a toast up pour some lean in his cup yeah
In the penthouse sixty levels up
With some hoes that I cant cuff yeah
I got lean in my cup I got rumors I cant trust yeah
Niggas thinking that they tough
They dont wanna play with us damn
Keep a semi-auto tucked like a pimple I might bust yeah
Gotta thank God that we up I done seen more than enough yeah
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