Gunna – A$$ Lyrics

Gunna – A$$ Lyrics
A$$
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    "A$$." - Gunna

    Album: Drip Season 2
    Track No: 11
    Baby got a$$ in them jeans
    Baby got a$$ in them jeans
    Let me see you bounce like a trampoline
    Dickin' you down, grabbin' your weave
    And I got some racks, pocket full of green
    Finna hit Saks, cop some Moschin'
    Yeah, pull up in the drop-top lookin' all clean
    And I got a off-white lookin' like cream
    She said she wanna fuck and suck me with no strings
    Leanin' on the X, tryna balance it with weed
    Think about flyin' to Belize
    Take a **** bitch, and I let her fly with me
    But I would never, ever, ever let her get between
    Mob ties, new lights on the Benz lookin' cockeyed
    On the south side, in the coupe, sippin' lean, eatin' Popeye's
    Got the Glock off,  young **** of mine had to pop off
    Shit'll get hostile, make a **** her star
    Any given time, man, Rolls, Rolex, not a Timex
    Shit flippin' like a omelette, word on the street, ****, I'm next
    Whippin' like a Pyrex, I can take a lot of jet
    Fuck a ho, we gon' have a lot of sex, we gon' count a lot of checks
    Baby got a$$ in them jeans
    Baby got a$$ in them jeans
    Let me see you bounce like a trampoline
    Dickin' you down, grabbin' your weave
    And I got some racks, pocket full of green
    Finna hit Saks, cop some Moschin'
    Baby got a$$ in them jeans
    Baby got a$$ in them jeans
    Let me see you bounce like a trampoline
    Dickin' you down, grabbin' your weave
    And I got some racks, pocket full of green
    Finna hit Saks, cop some Moschin'
    Yo, now the big booty bitch singin' my song
    I'm still rockin' off-white, mister Vlone
    Freaky lil' bitch tryna follow me home
    Told the lil' bro I was smellin' his cologne
    I was just smokin' me a zone
    Got on all gold, but I'm totin' me some chrome
    Count a hunnid racks, just showin' that we on
    Yeah, huncho, new 2020 Benz, need it pronto
    With a thick ho, we in NYC smokin' fonto
    Got a deep throat, make a **** run in the Chanel store
    And let her bring her friend home, I'm goin' for the gusto
    I gotta keep a latex, fuckin' on a thot, havin' safe sex
    A **** never play that, run up with a thot countin' paychecks
    Racks, I'ma make that, I made it out the projects
    Poppin', that **** never had shit, now a **** fly jets
    Baby got a$$ in them jeans
    Baby got a$$ in them jeans
    Let me see you bounce like a trampoline
    Dickin' you down, grabbin' your weave
    And I got some racks, pocket full of green
    Finna hit Saks, cop some Moschin'
    Baby got a$$ in them jeans
    Baby got a$$ in them jeans
    Let me see you bounce like a trampoline
    Dickin' you down, grabbin' your weave
    And I got some racks, pocket full of green
    Finna hit Saks, cop some Moschin'

    Writer(s): Wheezy, Cap Jesus, Gunna.

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