Valentino
Gunna, Lil Uzi Vert
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If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you She thicker than Hannah Montana I f*ck on that bitch with a Gucci bandanna 2018 the Porsche Panamera I got some racks on me, bitch ain't no scammer (Racks) She let me dig in her gut like an animal (Damn) I drop a deuce and a four in the Fanta (Uh) Mister Young Gunna, I came from Atlanta (Yup) I been drippin', shit you gon' need an umbrella, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Marc Jacob jacket, this expensive leather It's so many Percs got me floatin' like a feather F*ck that hoe hard then write her no letter I been goin' hard feel like I been getting better Got a Goyard, 'bout to fill it with cheddar (Racks) I don't want talk, bitch, don't give me no lecture Bitch, I'm a boss and you know I can't let up I can only do it for a profit (Yeah) Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh) Racks and designer my wallet (Oh) Some bad bitches waiting in the lobby (Lobby) Taking off on these lames like a rocket (Like a rocket) Gettin' cash and the thang is a hobby (Than is a hobby) Valentino all over my body (My body) Like ooh, don't wanna talk, ooh Lil' bitch just give me them drawers (Hello) Told her I don't want a stall, ooh Better lick the tip and lick the balls, ooh In front of your friends, I said pause, ooh (Yeah, ho) In front of your bitch I said uh, vroom (Ayy) Gunna and I back to back with the drops So many diamonds, I flooded the rocks (Skrrt) Gucci my sweater and Gucci my socks (Socks) The guap, it won't stop, Maison my flip flop Boy, you need to stop, you wifin' a thot Your bitch play hop scotch, just with my whole squad Got boys on the block that whippin' that pot Don't wanna talk money, I get that a lot That bitch that you with, boy, I hit that a lot (Yeah) She got a lick that gon' stick to the car (Yeah) Ooh, ooh, put it in her spine (Ayy) Ooh, suck it up, make her go blind (Ooh) Ooh, ooh, smokin' on pack Ooh, my lil' bitch so fine Ooh, ooh, favorite color lime Oops, my bad, favorite color slime (Slatt) Had to let go of my bad bitch, yeah But I still never dropped the dimes (Slatt) Had to downgrade to a nine (Ooh) My new bitch own a 30 Shot a f*ck nigga then act like I'm blind Dumbass nigga you had better read the signs Dud ass nigga better not cross the line Pull up with my niggas and none of 'em kind Pull up with your niggas and none of 'em ride Pull up that SLS, doors suicide Red on my Hellcat, blue Benjie diet Paramore rockstar, let's have a riot Nowadays I'm the man, I try to fight it Ain't touch her, she wet, man, that girl too excited She gave me top, the cum made me silent She gave me brain, turn me to a psychic Lil Uzi, yeah I can only do it for a profit (Yeah) Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh) Racks and designer my wallet (Yeah) Some bad bitches waitin' in the lobby Takin' off on these lames like a rocket Gettin' cash and the thang is a hobby Valentino all over my body
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Written by: Sergio Kitchens, Symere Woods, Leland Tyler Wayne
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