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argentina - gunna lyrics

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[intro]
(wheezy outta here)

[gunna]
okay
me and wheezy, we havin’ hoes from argentina to california
b*tches in the bentley, beef goin’ up, the street playin’ one of our songs, yeah
talkin’ bout givin’ her d, now they f*ckin’ with me, tryna see who we on
smoke sh*t, not ignorin’, swervin’ ’round in these toys
stack a lot of f*dg*, diamond on my thumb, make her p*ssy cum, yeah
two hundred in a month, know she gettin’ some, she suck it ’til it’s numb, uh
this bentley sh*t for fun, it’s a [?], yves saint laurent, yeah
on a lot of runs, hop to the sun, i can touch the sky
we gon’ take back those n*ggas who chasin’ that clout for a bust (uh)
you p*ssies gon’ talk to my n*ggas ’cause they know we get the business done
[?] talk to you n*ggas and trust me, we gonna keep a grudge
swear to god that i’m goin’ all out for my family, i might pay a visit to your mom
i got a hundred*thousand in my pocket, lil’ n*gga, i got it out the swamp
i said “ho, [?] you watchin’, [?], somebody else plottin’, get you some”
got checks like nikey, my boxers versace and now my whole engine in the trunk
i can make her my wifey and have her all icy and hire security like trump
[?] spit, and feelin’ my hip, can’t n0body size me
heard that young boy got clipped, should’ve watched his lip, i’m on that slime sh*t
she give me her p*ssy and…

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