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gunna – outta sight outta mind كلمات اغاني

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[intro]
power, power, power, power
yeah
gunna, ooh, ooh, yeah

[chorus]
if you outta sight, you outta mind
you gotta stack, you gotta grind
i’m statin’ facts, these n-gg-s lyin’
you can’t relax and keep wastin’ time
i want the racks, i gotta get mine
stackin’ it up, i work wit’ a stride
i went from a deuce, turnt up to a nine
i sleep with the stars, i know i’ma shine

[post-chorus]
same price as the rent, that’s the cost for the kicks
i’m stackin’ up racks just to make a hit list
my n-gg- el chapo’ will chop off ya wrist
pull up wit’ them choppas, i know i won’t miss
some n-gg-s get locked up, and turned to a snitch
but i kept it solid and hard as a brick
winked at your b-tch, she want give me a kiss
walked in that bit’ i was drippin’ like p-ss

[verse 1]
bought an ap, and took my wrist out of the pot
pop a bottle of aces, and pour that shit out
put some diamonds and chandeliers all in the spot
how many racks does this young n-gg- got?
i flew to dubai, i didn’t go to devry
hunnit racks to put the jet in the sky
time is music, this the best you could buy
i’m drippin’ b-tches, n-gg-s still think they still fly
i think i’m the flyest, i ain’t got no stylist
i’m geeked up off molly, i’m f-cking on cyrus​
i flew wit’ a choppa, i might catch a body
’cause i see these fake n-gg-s through the cavalli’s
i got with my locs and we reunited
these n-gg-s quote poems, and they b-tches like it
i didn’t turn a ho, when i got indited
if i catch a case, then i gotta fight it
my n-gg- called shawty, he ride with the shottie
we pull up in ‘rari’s, these n-gg-s don’t like us
smoke weed and sip lean and get money, my vices
my frienemies poison and i know they shiesty
i pray to the lord and he know that i’m righteous
i need a reward ’cause they say i’m the nicest
got too many bros, they gon’ roll out the dices
i stay out the way ’cause n-gg-s like mices

[chorus]
if you outta sight, you outta mind
you gotta stack, you gotta grind
i’m statin’ facts, these n-gg-s lyin’
you can’t relax and keep wastin’ time
i want the racks, i gotta get mine
stackin’ it up, i work wit’ a stride
i went from a deuce, turnt up to a nine
i sleep with the stars, i know i’ma shine

[post-chorus]
same price as the rent, that’s the cost for the kicks
i’m stackin’ up racks just to make a hit list
my n-gg- el chapo’ will chop off ya wrist
pull up wit’ them choppas, i know i won’t miss
some n-gg-s get locked up, and turned to a snitch
but i kept it solid and hard as a brick
winked at your b-tch, she want give me a kiss
walked in that bit’ i was drippin’ like p-ss

[verse 2]
put the d-ck in her mouth, and it’s f-ck what you say
f-ck the law, blow the police away
i blew a 50, ’cause i had a long day
when it come to money, i done came a long way
i f-cked the b-tch, but i can’t go on a date
she sucked me loose, i put some nut on her face
let her see the loft, she gotta f-ck at my place
i’m steady bossin’, b-tch i’m havin’ my way
n-gg-s in the trap, but can’t get away
but i’ve been ’round the world, it feel like i’m tourin’
i’m livin’ life, i swear i know your life borin’
mama said don’t stop, i gotta keep goin’
the house so big, the bedroom got an alarm
the necklace cost so much it came wit’ a charm
the diamonds drippin’ like the rain when it stormy
these n-gg-s say that they lookin’, well i’m finna’ show ’em
so many acres it look like a farm
23 million like i’m michael jordan
2 or 3 b-tches, they wanna come join
f-ck all these b-tches, i feel like a don
i looked in the mirror, i know i’m the one
you ain’t gonna shoot, but you carry a gun
n-gg-s act tough, don’t want to bury your son
had to stay down, stack them racks through the month

[chorus]
if you outta sight, you outta mind
you gotta stack, you gotta grind
i’m statin’ facts, these n-gg-s lyin’
you can’t relax and keep wastin’ time
i want the racks, i gotta get mine
stackin’ it up, i work wit’ a stride
i went from a deuce, turnt up to a nine
i sleep with the stars, i know i’ma shine

[post-chorus]
same price as the rent, that’s the cost for the kicks
i’m stackin’ up racks just to make a hit list
my n-gg- el chapo’ will chop off ya wrist
pull up wit’ them choppas, i know i won’t miss
some n-gg-s get locked up, and turned to a snitch
but i kept it solid and hard as a brick
winked at your b-tch, she want give me a kiss
walked in that bit’ i was drippin’ like p-ss

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- gunna

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