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MP3 » Don Toliver – Cafeteria (ft. Chase B x Gunna)

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Don Toliver comes through with yet another new song titled “Cafeteria” featuring Gunna & Chase B


Year: 2020

Song: Cafeteria

Artist: Don Toliver

Album: N/A

Feat: Gunna x Chase B

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MP3 » Pop Smoke – Paranoia (ft Gunna x Young Thug)

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Pop Smoke comes through with yet another new song titled “Paranoia” featuring Gunna & Young Thug


Year: 2020

Song: Paranoia

Artist: Pop Smoke

Album: Shoot For The Stars Aim For The Moon (Deluxe)

Feat: Young Thug x Gunna

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MP3 » Internet Money – Lemonade (ft. Don Toliver x Nav & Gunna)

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Internet Money comes through with yet another new song titled “Lemonade” featuring Don Toliver, NAV & Gunna 


Year: 2020

Song: Lemonade 🍋

Artist: Internet Money

Album: N/A

Feat: Nav & Gunna x Don Toliver

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[Album] Gunna – Wunna

Gunna comes through with yet another new album project titled “WUNNA


Year: 2020

Song: N/A

Artist: Gunna

Album: Wunna

Feat: N/A

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Lil Baby – Heatin Up (ft. Gunna) | Mp3 & Lyrics >> N.Rs

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Year: 2020

Song: Heatin Up

Artist: Lil Baby

Album: My Turn

Feat: Gunna

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ft. Gunna

Lyrics•

(Cook that shit up, Quay)
4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks
We don’t sell shit, we just make hits, yeah
Turn up

[Lil Baby:]
Keepin’ my composure, never sober
Never chokin’, always smokin doja
Fuck ’em if they gettin’ over
Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest
I ain’t changed, I stayed the same and maintained
It’s safe to say the kid gettin’ older
Forever gang, I’m never switchin’ over
Made a lane and niggas can’t get over
I can’t match with rappers, they be bogus
Really get a pack and keep the over
Big dripper, stand up in the ocean
Everybody trappin’, we get loads in
He ain’t 4PF if he ain’t got motion
Made a half a ticket off promotion
Shout out Swishers Sweet, they keep me rollin’
But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke him
Ridin’ ’round with Dracs like we OVO
I got some racks and I want some more
Still got them passin’ the hood, call it give-and-go
Keep a nigga main bitch in a figure-four
Let me fuck when I want, I just come and go
Man, these racks gettin’ too big for these skinny clothes
I might put me an M in some big Girbaud
Let lil’ bro hit the stick, had start gettin’ old
I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo’
And didn’t even know how to make that motherfucker go
On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door
Barely flex, but don’t play with me, period
Shooters follow behind in a Urus
In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist
I’m the one from the bottom who sold all my partners them pounds
Used to drive in a Buick

Hot, hot, hot, I’m heatin’ up
I fuck with slimes and I’m gonna bust (Bah, bah)
He can’t put on that drip, he ain’t one of us
How you ridin’ in a Benz and a Tonka truck?
How you got everybody lit, pipin’ up?
Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up
Made my last one my last one, I’m wifin’ her
Count the money up fast like I’m typin’ somethin’
I’m the type to get active and never run

[Gunna:]
Keep the Rugers, my niggas ain’t scared of nothin’ (Nah)
And ain’t no rules, you got racks, you can get it done (Yeah)
On a light day, I keep me a honey bun (One hundred)
Makin’ hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds (Hits)
For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns (Swear)
Bustin’ choppers and FN’s for everyone (Grrat)
Take that roof off the car, let her feel the sun (Wow)
My bro go see his bop-bop five times a month (Yeah)
Got this bitch out the college, she suckin’ and swallow (Uh)
I stick it in, she feel it in her gut (in her gut)
We don’t run from our problems, we stackin’ up guala and guala I’m tryna get that mega bucks (Racks)
We them drippers, lil’ nigga, best watch your step (Them drippers)
This top shelf, got forty designer belts (Drip)
4PF look like the new BMF
Think I’m deaf, got stones in my right and left (Ice)
How you crank up the car? Ain’t no key in there
Just pull up, spin they block, and get out of there (Get out of there)
Wake up, have a hard time findin’ what to wear
Treat these hoes like a tire, I keep a spare
Want a strap because I’m war ready (War)
Check the trust account, it’s more fetti (Yeah)
Skydweller, Jubilee, and a Presi’ (No cap)
Hundred-fifty plain Richard Millie (No cap)
I’ma milk the game until it’s empty
Lil cuzzo spit that flame until it’s empty (Yeah)
I am not a killer, but don’t tempt me (Nah)
Spendin’ rate ’bout thousand to a fifty

[Lil Baby:]
Hot, hot, hot, I’m heatin’ up
I fuck with slimes and I’m gonna bust (Bah, bah)
He can’t put on that drip, he ain’t one of us
How you ridin’ in a Benz and a Tonka truck?
How you got everybody lit, pipin’ up?
Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up
Made my last one my last one, I’m wifin’ her
Count the money up fast like I’m typin’ somethin’
I’m the type to get active and never run


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Hot – Young thug ft Travis Scott, Gunna | Mp3 Download & Lyrics N.Rs

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Young thug trends featuring travis Scott and Gunna in his new hit. ‘Hot’

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Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Everything litty, I love when it’s hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more milli’s, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks ’cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies ’cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cartier eye
I’m the bossman in the suit with no tie
I can’t be sober, I gotta stay high
Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
Ridin’ in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde
Don’t worry, baby, I keep me some fire
Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide
The latest Mercedes, her go-to surprise
Don’t sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize
Diggin’ her back while I’m grippin’ her sides
Bigger Maybach, this ain’t regular size
We really fly, we like pelican glide
Bitch, you ain’t slick, I can tell the disguise
Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky
She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life
I told her to gargle and work on her highs
Everything litty, I love when it’s hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more milli’s, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks ’cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies ’cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, bring the 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 the Bentley, in front of the driver (skrrt)
Haven’t had a sip, that there weed you can’t smoke in the Rolls Royce, whoa, whoa (yeah, yeah)
I’m strapped up, I’m cupped up, I’m drinkin’, I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo)
I’m in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was five
Keep the old ones on the shelf
Whole sixteen round in the fire
I’m sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin’, they tellin’ these lies
Actin’ like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys
Yeah, Cartier eyes, Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch
Cartier love, Cartier the thot
Cartier spread, buffalo on the side
Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
Cartier jeans, ain’t no way I can sag
Ain’t no way I’ma ever gon’ go out bad
I can’t go out, no way I’ma go out
I just grip on her ass and I show out
I sit like a champ and I wait on a whole lot
I can whip up a new Chanel Patek
I whip with the wrist and I don’t break the door out
Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse
Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, damn
Hot, hot, hot, hot

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