fukumean – Gunna: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

fukumean

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Utwór fukumean został wydany 16 czerwca 2023 przez 300 Entertainment jako część albumu a Gift & a Curse

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Ostatnie 7 dni

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PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Gunna

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Flo Ongonga

Songwriter

Lucas DiFabbio

Songwriter

Sergio Kitchens

Sergio Kitchens

Songwriter

Ceron Robert Lee

Ceron Robert Lee

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Dunk Rock

Producer

Flo Ongonga

Recording Engineer

Sergio Kitchens

Sergio Kitchens

Mixing Engineer

Joe LaPorta

Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

[Intro]

Ooh, Dunk Rock

[Chorus]

Fuck you mean?

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 you heard

Crank up the foreign, I swerve

Keep me a stick if they purge

[Bridge]

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Ha, ha, ha, ha

[Verse 1]

Fuck you mean?

Young Gunna Wunna, they workin' my nerves

I'm about to pour up some syrup

Fuckin' this bitch like a perv'

Smack from the back, grab her perm

Ice, the burr, uh, shittin' on all you lil' turds

Can't take that dick, wait your turn

In my own lane, we can't merge

Suck with no hands, you can learn

Let's see how much you can earn

Watch me go big like the Worm

And I ain't smokin' no sherm

I'm in this bitch with P Litty

QP, QP-ski

All of my bitches is pretty, they showin' they titties, it's up to the ceilin'

I let her run through a million, I rock with her really, let's fuck on a billion

I'ma get down to the gritty, then fuck up the city, the home of the villains

Ecstasy, wonderful feelin'

Smoke out the pound when I'm chillin'

Trappin', I made me a killin'

Look, I got everybody wishin'

I hope you play your position

I don't want nobody listenin'

I see the ho with precision

Get rich my only decision

[Chorus]

Fuck you mean?

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 you heard

Crank up the foreign, I swerve

Keep me a stick if they purge

[Outro]

Fuck you mean?

Fuck you mean? (Yeah)

Yeah

Written by: Cerron Lee, Flo Ongonga, Lucas DiFabbio, Sergio Kitchens

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