the time Gunna

Ayy I could tell you 'bout the time I made a call and we got it right I could tell you 'bout the wins and all the losses in my life I could tell you 'bout the time we ain't give up and we still fight I

let it breathe (feat. Roddy Ricch) Gunna

time and I'ma let it breathe (Oh) I'm still waitin' on my moment Give a damn about my opponent Got some M's and teleported, I secure my needs Flyin' all 'cross the border, watch me spread my wings Thankful

time reveals, be careful what you wish for Gunna

I hustled and felt the thrill I'm tryna stay rich so I can cover every bill I'm stayin' in pocket, a quarterback in the field Passеd on some watches, bought a house in Hiddеn Hills Ain't havin' time now

idk nomore Gunna

buildin' a wall Duckin' the law, I ain't trustin' no one at all I know that when you shine they wish some days will be dark And I know there be a time you really show who you are We burned the bridge

bread & butter Gunna

one to go and do the work, bring you thе damn profits Hustled on my own, I always didn't know how to sell product Nigga ain't gave mе shit, I grind so long, came from the damn bottom Every nigga speakin

treesh Gunna

pot like yams Y'all don't be seen with the treesh And she off the leash, you see what I'm sayin'?

paybach Gunna

system, tryna to give us all a sentence I'd tell you the differencе, you don't know the feelin' (Know the feelin') Rollin' up, gettin' high, ashеs falling on my linen (Yeah) Life changin' with the time

turned your back Gunna

Oh [Chorus] I been this fucked up, you up and leave, gave you everything you need Then you turned your back on me, you don't know Oh (Oh) Sometimes I get upset and clench my teeth, I done made it out the

collage Gunna

odds (All the odds) A GOAT, no way I can hide (A GOAT) Orange County, I'm at the Montage (Montage) The Lambo', the Benz, or the Dodge (Dodge) Ferrari, add to the collage (Yeah) Young player, I wanna go

i was just thinking Gunna

[Chorus] Oh Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Oh [Verse 1] I was just thinkin' 'bout the times I was hard-headed Thought it was right all along, I was misled All this weight on my back feelin' so heavy These boys claim

one of wun Gunna

That's a good one, P One-of-wun bitches they ten, one of wun, never again (one of wun) Wun get the cake and the butter, I count it like hustle, the money all in Ridin' 'round the town in a drop-top coupe

back at it Gunna

[Chorus] Back at it Smokin' this 'Scotti, this shit startin' to hit like it's crack in it The boy got the rock and he sleep at the top like a crack addict Two racks just for the tank top, you niggas is

back to the moon Gunna

on the move Right back in the club throwin' racks in the pool I'm 'bout to start actin' a fool It's just you and me, and you know who I choose You knew this would happen, you cut off the crew I'm talkin

still prevail Gunna

killin' the snails Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail It's some G33 l inhale Man, I pray all my niggas is well And I told you I still will prevail Come on, ain't tryna be late Got a show, l'ma go cross-state

Bittersweet Gunna

(I-I—) (I-I'm working on dying) Shit been rough, but I ain't too tough to say I love and I miss you You my dog, I don't care if we fall out, nigga, I never could diss you For the chains and the fame, only

life’s changing Gunna

sleepin' on that pavement, you a made man, woah Drive foreigns (Drive foreigns), I stack all bread (I stack all bread) Made some tough decisions, guess I got a hard head (Hard head, woah) Can't abort the

clear my rain (feat. Leon Bridges) Gunna

Ah shit, baby slim in the waist Body right, she a ten in the face (Hmm-mm) Fuck her all night and through the day (Hmm-mm) Rock a tour, now she and I the same Pocket book and skin not plain Sunshine, can

trio Gunna

Wunna don't play, give no fuck what you say, I made millions because I'm melodic (Melodic) Straight from the set, used to serve on the South, I made rackies from sellin' exotic Hatin' on the kid, don't

bottom Gunna

(Run that back, Turbo) [Chorus] Came from the bottom Now the fans, they spot him (Woah, woah) Talk of the topic Can't even stop it (Woah, woah) Lot of you copyin' Here for the profits (Woah, woah) Find

back in the a Gunna

And I'm right back in the A Smooth, I ain't leavin' no trace (Smooth) Racks on me (Racks), racks on me, fresh out the chase You got it off the display ('Splay), I got it from the runway I got it (I got

on one tonight Gunna

my foot on the pedal, the Range Spend this shit like I'm ahead of the game You said they gon' drop and it better be flame Lil' mami gon' top, she gon' suck 'til I'm drained My top five top, in love with

p angels Gunna

[Chorus] I'm in Sky-ami, I'm back out the chain (Yeah) Took a few losses, that's part of the game (That's part of the game) Bought a big jet, took my talents to Spain (Yeah) I had to swerve, they was all

rodeo dr Gunna

Yeah [Chorus] And I'm right back on Rodeo Still got some boys on the payroll You niggas still sippin' Karo (Yeah) She with a P in LA at the condo, we 'bout to eat Maggiano's (Yeah) Helpin' the P out, so

fukumean Gunna

Young Gunna Wunna back, callin' me splurge Watch me jump right off the curb Bentley Spur fly like a bird Spin on the first and the third Solid, I'm keepin' my word Can't be my equal, I don't know what

neck on a yacht Gunna

a three-eighty, she so up north, shit outta PA Give me neck, yeah, the throat, baby Jump on the yacht, let her go crazy Yeah, I'm gettin' neck on a yacht, hunnid foot parked at the dock Bad ho' poppin

blackjack Gunna

It's a gamble like blackjack, rollin' the dice Hundreds in my bag just to cover my vice Niggas throwin' shade, tryna block the daylight Money don't make you real, that's on my life (Money don't make you

HIM ALL ALONG Gunna

, she swallow my kids (She swallow my kids) Pull up on the kid, she left her kid at home It's 10 P.M. in Atlanta, where I'm at, it's four in the morn' Marbella, Spain and the view is insane, 'round the

whatsapp (wassam) Gunna

They sent the wire through the WhatsApp (WhatsApp) Hope ain't nobody to cuss at (nah) Shit changed but it still get pushed back (pushed back) I drop, make these lil' niggas push back (push) I count up,

hakuna matata Gunna

Came out the bottom, I count a whole lotta, young Gunna worth millions of dollars (Millions of dollars) I ice out the charm, my lil' bitch a model, she made a few M's off a followin' (Yeah) Young Wunna

ca$h $hit Gunna

shit like I wanna Talk the cash shit like I wanna (Hold on) [Verse 1] Uh, stones in my teeth, I don't talk for free I don’t care to speak, I'ma be brief (I'ma be brief) Goyard the brief, I got a freak

prada dem (feat. Offset) Gunna

I got the swag, Prada them Shawty havin' drip, proud of them (Proud of them) Boarded on the jet, out of here (Out of here) 2024 our year (Our year) Call paramedics, I'm killin' 'em (Killin' 'em) Steppin

$$$ (feat. Normani) Gunna

city of finesse (Yeah) One of one, I'm Wun, bitch, I'm rare Fuck the ho, she cum, I'm a player Poppin' out, spillin', drippin' new gear Money on my mind, eyes in the rear, yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah

alright Gunna

(Ah, it's like a breath of fresh air) All I feel is pain, but it's gon' be alright Dirt all on my name, say I'm wrong and I ain't right I ain't sleepin' through the night But I hope we be alright (We be

go crazy Gunna

It's deeper than rap and this life can get crazy [Verse 1] Off the porch and didn't know where to go (Where to go) Cross the street with my dawg, yeah, the woe' (The woe') Being me made it harder to grow

today i did good Gunna

Today I did good I ain't been eatin' no bullshit And fitness, I wake up, I feel fit And thank God every mornin' I'm still rich, I'm still rich Open your eyes, see the bigger pic (The bigger pic) Shit gon

GOT DAMN Gunna

(Aviator) On and off the jet, goddamn Uh, I don't get no rest, goddamn I want my respect, goddamn I been running up a check, yeah (Yeah) When we fuck, it ease my stress, goddamn Uh, way she give that neck

Time Kottonmouth Kings

rest Your my only living seed im gunna miss you to death Baby girl You the truest of the true Can't nobody ever take the place of you On the real Allthogh lives still unbreakable Its unmistakeable

conscience Gunna

No, I never flipped, niggas jump ship just to go and get a check I've been a tough soul when the whole world been on my neck It done been long nights, long early mornings, I barely get rest K pop, pop

born rich Gunna

hard-earned and made a profit Never had shit, so if I like it, I'ma cop it Forgis on big body Benz, squattin', yeah My Dior mami call me Big Papi, yeah You cool, but wait 'til when you really poppin' Survivin' the

Ming Tran GOB

Cuz you know I can't wait for the next time You'd better run away run away for nothings gunna save You the next time And when I catch up it will be great I'll set a trap for you I just cant wait

Style Rare Offset, Gunna

now They peep how your style rare A 50 on eyewear I see through the skies, yeah I spend every time Look at they faces, they all stare 10,000 a dime Play with these racks, I'm a ball player Float like a

Change Is Gunna Come Olly Murs

Something's come feel it down in my bones Yeah it's been a long time gone but you here tonight Now let's not look back you keeping me right on track Feel the karma coming back we're gonna be alright

1:59 (Feat. Gunna) Normani

I'm on it too (Ooh, brrt) Call me, I come through, I fantasize You want it two times on the side, clocks in the rooms (Ooh) Back on that vibe again It's hard to fight again Shit, we can't hide again Ooh

Sunday Heather Headley

me) maybe on monday think about callin maybe tuesday we'll see how i feel it's 9:30 in the mornin, i didn't sleep well again tossed all night long boy can't stand it when we fight like this

I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair (Album Version) The Weather Girls

im gunna wash that man right outta my hair im gunna wash that man right outta my hair im gunna wash that man right outta my hair and send him on his way get the picture!

Hot (feat. Gunna) Young Thug, Gunna

bitch sandals I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (skrrt) I put the bitch in the front of

Big (feat. Gunna) Rita Ora, David Guetta, Imanbek, Gunna

Mm, mm, mm Mm, mm Blame it on the city how I'm ballin' (how I'm ballin') Picking up the money, always callin' (always callin') She gon' touch the ceiling for a sinner (for a sinner) Dark chains

Lamb Of God Marilyn Manson

You're a martyr in the Lamb of God Nothing's gunna change Nothing's gunna change the world There was Lennon in the happy gun There were ruds on the pavement We were looking for the Lamb of God

Of Red Earth Lamb Of God

You're a martyr in the Lamb of God Nothing's gunna change Nothing's gunna change the world There was Lennon in the happy gun There were ruds on the pavement We were looking for the Lamb of God We

Bachelor Turbo, Gunna

Bottega I ordered the check, up I'm over the radar Now you chasing that pussy, not paper I slow it all down with the maple You know I got too many flavors And she fell in love with her neighbor If I hit