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lirik lagu i can’t talk fo free – gunna

[intro]
(wheezy beats)
this call is from a corrections facility that is subject to monitoring of recording
to accept this call, press zero
([?], who it is, what studio y’all in?)
right here on metro politin man
(wheezy beats)
i’m [?] right now, i’m ’bout to let you in

[chorus]
if i don’t make it out these streets, i make a hundred g’s
count like thirty g’s, all this ice on me
worryin’ bout your b*tch, i got your b*tch with me
ridin’ sixty*threes, i got your b*tch with me
i want pounds of weed, i want more codeine
n*gga rollin’ leaves, i want smoke a tree
n*gga talk is cheap, i can’t talk for free
nah, i can’t talk for free

[verse 1]
yeah, you talkin’ to the gunna
i see through n*ggas like a tunnel
and i’m laughin’ at you n*ggas, it’s funny
b*tch, i’m suited up to come get the money
n*ggas runnin’ cause them n*ggas was gunnin’
bustin’ off and tell your b*tch that i’m comin’
yeah, i’m canin’, b*tch, i’m f*ckin’ on runnin’
monеy mission, you ain’t f*ckin’ with sunny
roll the kush and n*gga pass me a lighter
brand nеw coupe and b*tch, it came with a title
leave a p*ssy n*gga dead on arrival
shootin’ rifles, n*gga we suicidal
we takin’ over and we k!llin’ your idol
i want the money, i put that on the bible
they learn the words, and now this sh*t a recital
they pray i drop it, want the sh*t to go viral
creepin’ low, i’m pullin’ up in the spider
freaky b*tches with me, got me excited
kissin’ on me, i’ma gonna one*night it
take them hoes home, f*ck them hoes for an hour
pourin’ up lean and we smokin’ on sour
got me some money, i got me some power
stand up n*gga, standin’ tall like a tower
can’t see myself goin’ out like a coward
see gunna live
get tickets as low as $26
[chorus]
if i don’t make it out these streets, i make a hundred g’s
count like thirty g’s, all this ice on me
worryin’ bout your b*tch, i got your b*tch with me
ridin’ sixty*threes, i got your b*tch with me
i want pounds of weed, i want more codeine
n*gga rollin’ leaves, i want smoke a tree
n*gga talk is cheap, i can’t talk for free
nah, i can’t talk for free

[verse 2]
yeah, i know you n*ggas got it
now add it up and multiply it
all this money, can’t even fit in my pocket
ain’t no withdrawal, all i know is deposit
i’m the flyest, i’m a muf*ckin’ pilot
pretty foreign b*tches came from the island
we kiss and f*ck and then we have a ménages
she let me f*ck and let me keep ’em, my diamonds
i pimp the b*tch and tell her, go strip at follies
she booted up and she in love with the molly
i’m countin’ up and takin’ off like a rocket
fount the plug and then i fount me a socket
bought a gun and then i caught me a body
we talkin’ that money, ’cause n*gga, we got it
we talk ’bout that street sh*t, ’cause n*gga, we ’bout it
my young og n*gga a shoot out the audi
i’m reppin’ that old gang, we pull out and outtie
got drank in the car, i got bags in the trunk
i was down in the back, now i’m up in the front
i’m porurin’ that lean, got my lil’ n*gga stuck
twenty eight forgiatos, can’t fit on the truck
got a zip in my soda, a zip in my cup
got a nine on my hip, hope you don’t try your luck
lil’ n*gga, we up
[chorus]
if i don’t make it out these streets, i make a hundred g’s
count like thirty g’s, all this ice on me
worryin’ bout your b*tch, i got your b*tch with me
ridin’ sixty*threes, i got your b*tch with me
i want pounds of weed, i want more codeine
n*gga rollin’ leaves, i want smoke a tree
n*gga talk is cheap, i can’t talk for free
nah, i can’t talk for free

- gunna

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