Gunna back to the moon 가사검색

back to the moon Gunna , you niggas ain't seen my move They sat me down like I went outerspace, now I gotta go back to the moon Nigga right back on the shrooms Nigga geeked up like it ain't nun' to lose Two months, I'm back

turned your back Gunna Oh (Oh) [Verse 1] I get back on the road, this time, ain't pressin' the brakes How dare you fix your lips with me, you don’t know what it take I'm out here on my own, they throwin' stones every day My

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

forever be mine (feat. Wizkid) Gunna Um, bring me them guns, get 'em beat up Slow it down, baby, we ain't got to rush Unless you want me to speed up Hit it like a clutch, put some speed on it, uh Open it, lick it, and spit on it You countin

gp Gunna I'm 'bout to start cryin' right now And I'm so emotional Like, my pussy is so good Like, it's so good, fuck (Run that back, Turbo) That my lil' woe, she been pullin' up on us Come right to the spot, I

neck on a yacht Gunna back up a notch, fuck what these boys talkin' 'bout I'm back with these racks out the bank Like Titanic, they want me to sink Got a new batch I'm smokin', it's stankin' Went to Tootsie's, let her throw

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,

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

paybach Gunna in so long, I don't wanna relapse [Verse 1] Niggas say I did it and I swear that I ain't did it (Nah) I'm still out here gettin' it, I'm a product of my business (Yeah) Motherfuck the system, tryna to

Shooting Holes Twin Shadow Bite the hand, I know she doesn't care Leave the trail, the hounds will find us anywhere Call the cops and tell 'em what we've done Tell 'em that tonight we stole your father's guns With your right hand

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

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

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

i was just thinking Gunna they want war, well, I'm war-ready I had to bake cake for the boy 'cause he playin' petty I was so focused on the top and I'm still at it They try to provoke me to stop, no, I won't, damn it They want

made for this shit Gunna ain't on the list Hermès gator, my name on the list Gold AP, it's the same color Cris' Don't play with my name '25, '26 Range Rover up at the back, I'm out of your range (Out of your range) Workin' out

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

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

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

podcast Gunna Uh, back up on my feet, I was down bad (Explosivo, down bad) Uh, I done turned these niggas to a podcast (Podcast) Uh, they can hear the Bentley when I drive past (Skrrt-skrrt) Let them take a picture,

just say dat Gunna Yeah I bought the driver that go with the Maybach Ain't no more warnings, I'm tellin' you, "Stay back" All that loose talkin', they come and relay that I know the singles is gettin' outdated You wanna

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

sakpase Gunna yacht, it remind me of a Wraith Bought the Maybach in May, I got millions to make (yeah) Do you know what this shit take?

cfwm Gunna Yeah They can't fuck with me, I shake the ground when I speak Copped the new Ferrari, they see flames when I speed Went straight to the source, ain't no man in between G6 is for us, and my main needs Celine

satisfaction (feat. Asake) Gunna I'm out here on this road I'm searching for my own satisfaction I'm selling cross the globe trying to protect my soul, keep me happy Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Trapped before I lived, life's game I play my card

one of wun Gunna back of the Benz, grippin' the back of her neck (whoa-whoa) I wanna put mirror tint on the tint, I wanna see the reflection (uh) I'm the best dressed at the Met (the Met) The wave in her dress, know how

fuck witcha boy Gunna , told her I don't want no rice when I eat Benihanas I invest in three, four years, I multiplied the number Run it right back in that field, I can't survive the jungle (mhm) Stash me two or three Ms, I

club house Gunna full amount (Full amount) I see millions and billions, these racks for my well-being I take my bitch to go skiin' 'cause she cold ('Cause she cold) I'm whippin' a European, I'm pickin' up cash in yen

i can't feel my face (feat. Nechie) Gunna 'Gram Now I drop heat like a torch (mhm, mhm, mm) She say the Lamb' got her, uh, she say the Lamb' got her car sick I stowed it down, I'm 'bout to take her to pound, I give her hard dick I played around

won't stop Gunna summer, we wildin' (we wildin') I can't even call it freestylin', young Wunna designin', the style ain't free (style ain't free) Choppin' the goat like I'm Chowder, I go back to Saudi to pick up the cream

let that sink in Gunna You can tell by the way they dress on the latest trend Don't let that go over your head, let that sink in (Run that back, Turbo) Have 'em chop your dread, let that sink in Whip that Lamborghini the two

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