- Gunna Broken Homes 歌詞
- Gunna
- Blasian on the track, boy
We coming from broken homes
My *****s still smoking cones
And ******* knowing all the songs
The Rollie need frozen stones
And we be trapping on them phones like BT
And she aint ever phoning home like E.T
I be in the coldest zones (Coldest zones)
I **** her with the Rolex on ( Rolex on)
Yeah
The price too low, we ain't pulling up to that show (Nah)
Im repping for the O, the CEO,
And I got the shooters on go ( Yeah)
I made a type of money I aint seen before
Paying out the lord, tryna beat the law
It's 4 AM, I might creep some more
Bad little *****, she gon freak some more
Yeah, yeah, uh
The bottom aint a place for me
Im running to the money impatiently
In a room full of *****s you would hate to meet (Yeah)
All I ever did is wait patiently
But that was never getting none done for me
We strapped on the body like dungarees
She wanna **** the kid and make love with me
The zone still lit, and you know the throne still lit, ayy
You smoking one spliff, Im smoking one zip
I tell em *****s get it how you live, yeah
Youre looking at your wrist, and you aint got a crib
I tell them *****s get it how you live, yeah
We're buying more bricks, we're buying more sticks
They told me I should get it how I live
We coming from broken homes (Broken homes)
My *****s still smoking cones (Smoking cones)
And **** *** knowing all the songs
The Rollie need frozen stones (Frozen stones)
And we be trapping on them phones like BT
And she aint ever phoning home like E.T
I be in the coldest zones (Coldest zones)
I **** her with the Rolex on
Brown sugar, I was just rolling stones (Rolling stones)
Heron Preston long black coat (Yeah)
****** in my pores (Yeah)
I was in an all black cab with a bad b
She had to ask if this is Fake Taxi
Need to take this kilo home (Yeah, kilo home)
Nokia, all my phones (Yeah)
Still stressed, got a broken dome (Dome)
Bought a ting just to match my clothes
No face, no case, straight ace
Wimbledon Rolex on (Rolex on)
Nafe could've hit her with the ice on deck
No Riz gotta bill it with Smallz (Bill it with Smallz)
No, *****, I dont answer your calls (No no)
Broken homes and it wasnt my fault (Yeah)
Got some bags in a bag in the vault
Got some dude from Swiss on my coat (On my coat)
This aint no joke
Jugg on my own
Got me a house on the road
I'm real and its all in my bone (Bone)
Broken homes but I didnt fold (I didnt fold)
I got me some cash and it doesnt fold
I smoke me a zip, I sign out from the world (Yeah, yeah)
We coming from broken homes (Broken homes)
My *****s still smoking cones (Smoking cones)
And ******* knowing all the songs ( All the songs)
The Rollie need frozen stones (Frozen stones)
And we be trapping on them phones like BT
And she aint ever phoning home like E.T
I be in the coldest zones
I **** her with the Rolex on
I **** her with the Rolex on (Yeah)
I **** her to all of my songs (Yeah)
I put a chandelier in my home (Yeah)
Im hopping on a Lear and Im gone (Im gone)
I **** her like a dog need a bone (A bone)
And my thirty-pointer chokers all rose (All rose)
Now I spend a hundred thousand on clothes (On clothes)
Fashion week, I did a video for Vogue (Yeah)
Ask around, I been off the porch (I been off the porch)
Her ass fat and her hair real long (Hair real long)
Skinny ***** and Im smokin on the narcs (On narcs)
Run 4 and I get in my zone (Get in my zone)
In the kitchen, had to cook it with a fork (With a fork)
Lifes changed now my car is a Porsche (Is a Porsche)
And that ***** dripping harder then ya boy (Yeah)
So now my *****s have a party with ya whore (Party with ya whore)
Hit the club and pop a bottle with ya boy (Bottle with ya boy)
We got money, gotta let these ******* know (Let these bithces know)
Paint a picture, got a A+ in art (A+ in art)
In MIA with the top out the car (Top out the car)
Want a star, so I iced out the star (Iced out the star)
**** the cops, we dont live by the law (Live by the law)
He a *****, I been rich with a saw (With a saw)
You lil *****s dont know what I saw (Dont know what I saw )
We coming from broken homes
My *****s still smoking cones
And ******* knowing all the songs
The Rollie need frozen stones
And we be trapping on them phones like BT
And she aint ever phoning home like E.T
I be in the coldest zones
I **** her with the Rolex on
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