MET GALA

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It's easy to slip, don't want you to fall
 Might drip on this b- like Met Gala, ballin'
 Answer her texts, don't answer her calls
 
 Yeah, she sent me a text, I don't answer her call
 She love when I flex and shop in the mall
 Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls
 Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin' my balls
 We speed in that 'Vette, don't stop for the laws
 VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark
 It's easy to slip, don't want you to fall
 Walk in with the drip at Met Gala Ball
 Shoot your sh- up, I got accurate aim
 Fucked up a few mil', now I'm back like I came
 That boy say my name, I went and got me some strain
 You know I don't crash, I just stay in my lane
 Please don't compare, because we not the same
 GunWun ain't no gimmick, ain't clownin' for fame
 I trapped for a living and been had a name
 Work hard for these clothes, cars, and watches and chains
 Oh, man, Rolls-Royce got umbrellas, this whip for the rain
 These folks done fucked up, let me slip in the game
 This bitch let me fuck, this shit went to her brain
 She know I'm a beast, it ain't easy to tame
 She squirt on my sheets while I beat out her frame
 Dozed off, woke back up, she still sayin' my name
 In love with my life, and you wish we could trade
 Yeah, she sent me a text, I don't answer her call
 She love when I flex and shop in the mall
 Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls
 Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin' my balls
 We speed in that 'Vette, don't stop for the laws
 VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark
 It's easy to slip, don't want you to fall
 Walk in with the drip at Met Gala Ball
 Walk in with the drip like Met Gala Ball
 Came in and she strip, her panties and all
 Lip gloss on her lip, suck me like a hoe
 A boss and a pimp, I bought me a ship
 I walk with a limp, FN in my drawers
 When she talk that shit, I put dick in her jaws
 I hit and don't miss, ain't no win, lose, or draw
 Hit and don't miss, ain't no win, lose, or draw
 Came from Flat Shoals and Old Nat
 On the South, in that back, you get whacked, then get shot in your car
 Why hell you think that I'm maxin'?
 Relaxin' in mansions, no cappin', 'cause we had it hard
 I ain't get this shit just from askin'
 I made this shit happen and passion, it played a big part
 I ain't get this bitch off of mackin'
 It came off of actions and fashion and stay in accord
 Yeah, she sent me a text, I don't answer her call
 She love when I flex and shop in the mall
 Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls
 Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin' my balls
 We speed in that 'Vette, don't stop for the laws
 VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark
 It's easy to slip, don't want you to fall
 Walk in with the drip at Met Gala Ball
 

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Duration
02:29
Key
1
Tempo
117 BPM

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