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Gunna - MET GALA [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Robert John Richardson
Robert John Richardson
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Bobby Raps
Bobby Raps
Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
Recording Engineer

Songteksten

It's easy to slip, don't want you to fall Might drip on this b- like Met Gala, ballin' Answer her texts, don't answer her calls Yeah, she sent me a text, I don't answer her call She love when I flex and shop in the mall Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin' my balls We speed in that 'Vette, don't stop for the laws VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark It's easy to slip, don't want you to fall Walk in with the drip at Met Gala Ball Shoot your sh- up, I got accurate aim Fucked up a few mil', now I'm back like I came That boy say my name, I went and got me some strain You know I don't crash, I just stay in my lane Please don't compare, because we not the same GunWun ain't no gimmick, ain't clownin' for fame I trapped for a living and been had a name Work hard for these clothes, cars, and watches and chains Oh, man, Rolls-Royce got umbrellas, this whip for the rain These folks done fucked up, let me slip in the game This bitch let me fuck, this shit went to her brain She know I'm a beast, it ain't easy to tame She squirt on my sheets while I beat out her frame Dozed off, woke back up, she still sayin' my name In love with my life, and you wish we could trade Yeah, she sent me a text, I don't answer her call She love when I flex and shop in the mall Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin' my balls We speed in that 'Vette, don't stop for the laws VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark It's easy to slip, don't want you to fall Walk in with the drip at Met Gala Ball Walk in with the drip like Met Gala Ball Came in and she strip, her panties and all Lip gloss on her lip, suck me like a hoe A boss and a pimp, I bought me a ship I walk with a limp, FN in my drawers When she talk that shit, I put dick in her jaws I hit and don't miss, ain't no win, lose, or draw Hit and don't miss, ain't no win, lose, or draw Came from Flat Shoals and Old Nat On the South, in that back, you get whacked, then get shot in your car Why hell you think that I'm maxin'? Relaxin' in mansions, no cappin', 'cause we had it hard I ain't get this shit just from askin' I made this shit happen and passion, it played a big part I ain't get this bitch off of mackin' It came off of actions and fashion and stay in accord Yeah, she sent me a text, I don't answer her call She love when I flex and shop in the mall Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin' my balls We speed in that 'Vette, don't stop for the laws VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark It's easy to slip, don't want you to fall Walk in with the drip at Met Gala Ball
Writer(s): Radric Davis, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Joshua Luellen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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