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Mayors Lyrics - Artist : Gunna
[Gunna:]
20 thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales Supreme gasoline, I can still get it sent through the mail, yeah I could fuck your bitch, take her home, leave her 'lone, I'm a player Got some diamonds on my neck, dripping wet, I got water like a whale, yeah [Hoodrich Pablo Juan:] 100 thousand in my closet Designer all different pairs, yeah I walk in the bitch and I'm smoking that cookie You know I put it in the air, yeah Put ice in my watch and my bracelet Both from Cartier, yeah These bitches, they know I'm a player, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Gunna:] Young nigga can't even lie, I turned to a Slime Everyday a nigga wake up, I got racks on my mind It's loyalty I praise, stay true to my ties Thugger told me [?] aliante and now it's my time [Hoodrich Pablo Juan:] I put on a rollie, too much ice I can't even see the time I'm on the lean, the Percs, and the Xans I think I'm losing my mind Stayed down on the grind, used to sell dimes Now my diamonds, yeah, they shine Got the mansion looking like a pop-up We got these bitches in line [Gunna:] Double up [?] why I probably double park it Damn, that shit cost me a fine Copped me a coupe, but went and blow the brains out Damn, this shit charge me a dime My Audemar perfect time I fuck on her and she fine Young Gunna, he one of a kind I shine in a room with no lights [Hoodrich Pablo Juan:] I fucked that little bitch on the cam Told her do it for the vine Fuck that little bitch in the mouth I fuck that little bitch in the spine Fuck that little bitch and get back on the grind What are the chances coming up from a dime I hang with the killers and robbers, my nigga Neighborhood and the slimes [Gunna:] 20 thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales Supreme gasoline, I can still get it sent through the mail, yeah I could fuck your bitch, take her home, leave her 'lone, I'm a player Got some diamonds on my neck, dripping wet, I got water like a whale, yeah [Hoodrich Pablo Juan:] 100 thousand in my closet Designer all different pairs, yeah I walk in the bitch and I'm smoking that cookie You know I put it in the air, yeah Put ice in my watch and my bracelet Both from Cartier, yeah These bitches, they know I'm a player, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Hoodrich Pablo Juan:] Rocking Louis, Damier, yeah I fucked your bitch and I send her my mail, yeah I drink the lean, no beer, yeah Whipping a buffet, I'm having bezels, yeah [Gunna:] Free my cousin outta Telfare These niggas get locked up and tell, yeah I know when that shit can get real You did have a catch for your bail, them [Hoodrich Pablo Juan:] Same spot that I'm living Trap rock, yeah, I sell that Your bitch, she's still on welfare I'm the fresh prince of Bel-Air, yeah Water on me like I sail, yeah [Gunna:] I'm 'bout to cop some Vinyls, yeah I dropped this all on the scale, damn Sip me some sip, pop a little pill [Gunna:] 20 thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales Supreme gasoline, I can still get it sent through the mail, yeah I could fuck your bitch, take her home, leave her 'lone, I'm a player Got some diamonds on my neck, dripping wet, I got water like a whale, yeah [Hoodrich Pablo Juan:] 100 thousand in my closet Designer all different pairs, yeah I walk in the bitch and I'm smoking that cookie You know I put it in the air, yeah Put ice in my watch and my bracelet Both from Cartier, yeah These bitches, they know I'm a player, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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