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gunna - mind on a milli كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yo pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
wheezy beats
if young metro don’t trust you, i’m gon’ shoot you

[verse 1: gunna]
i be gettin’ higher than a tree
still stacking racks, money all that i need
still selling pounds of that weed
i leave ’em with the bro, when i’m goin’ overseas
‘fore i bust it open, sh-t was already reekin’
we can sip the lean, pop the x, really geekin’
and i’m rocking water like ice, i could freeze it
when your b-tch land, i’ma book her at four seasons
n-gg-s hatin’ on the kid for no reason
gunna drip sauce, let her spring it like the season
rockin’ off white when i’m walkin’ in the meeting
a n-gg- flyin’ kites down the road, they some demons
n-gg-, stop caking that hoe, she a cheater
i only f-ck her once or twice, then, n-gg-, i’ma leave her
i tried to pop a percocet and pour me up a liter
i drop a fishscale in a bowl, let it heat up
chanel on, still can’t see us
n-gg-, send ’em back, countin’ money with my feet up
i been sendin’ racks to my cuz on the kiosk
i’ma send that pack down the road, ’til you get out
let that b-tch stick the dope deep in her mizzouth
i been puttin’ the sh-t up at the hizzouse
drippin’ on these b-tches through a drizzought
d-mn, a n-gg- made it out the sizzouth

[verse 2: hoodrich pablo juan]
flyin’ a jet, ride foreign, i do that
hundred thousand worth of ice in my louis bag
saint laurent, kickin’ these b-tches like “who that?”
rich n-gg- came from the hood, but you knew that
ice on my neck, it look like a sleet
plain jane band on an iced out patek
don’t cuff that hoe, she a freak
i’m up gettin’ money, don’t know how to sleep
i f-cked that lil’ b-tch and i f-cked up the sheets
ice all over me like i was a christmas tree
mind on a milli’, ain’t thinking ’bout enemies
shoot a n-gg- down like j. f. kennedy
sellin’ chickens, you can come get a 10 piece
jumped out the plane with the fendi
jumped in the foreign with the semi
baby draco hold a 50
n-gg-, it’s on me and it’s in me

[hook: gunna]
mind on a motherf-ckin’ milli’
ridin’ with the motherf-ckin’ semi
grind from the start to the finish
pull up in the foreign, i’ll park it in the trenches
it say 230 on the dash
drivin’ real fast, i’ma speed with no limit
no, we ain’t going out sad
30 rounds in my bag for these f-ck n-gg-s envy
mind on a motherf-ckin’ milli’
ridin’ with the motherf-ckin’ semi
grind from the start to the finish
pull up in the foreign, i’ll park it in the trenches
it say 230 on the dash
drivin’ real fast, i’ma speed with no limit
no, we ain’t going out sad
30 rounds in my bag for these f-ck n-gg-s envy

- gunna

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