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BornMoney Gunn - DUI Lyrics



BornMoney Gunn - DUI Lyrics
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She see my neck how much cash is it
D.U.I hope dont crash the shit
They Thank I came up on accident
Bae say she from LA f*ck she taxing me
Got more cargo than a sprinter van
Niggas grimy heard he killed his man
She let me f*ck now she want them bands
She give me head behind the tint
We needed every cent
Now she mad what I spent
Wont wear the shit two times in the close getting lint
Like a street bitch who put hot sauce on ha fish
I kicked the hoe out I told ha bend but she was stiff
And the diamonds on me long water like a ship
And The money knee high
I jus sold a half bow down the street from Sheehy
And his money sitting kinda low like a see-saw
I aint goin back and forth bitch thats ping pong
Ima bank head like T.I
I just sold a fix in some Levis
These bitches aint real when she round u need 3 eyes
She see my neck how much cash is it
D.U.I hope dont crash the shit
They Thank I came up on accident
Bae say she from LA f*ck she taxing me
Got more cargo than a sprinter van
Niggas grimy heard he killed his man
She let me f*ck now she want them bands
Wanna be it gotta pay the funds gotta keep ya gun
Learn how to stunt she said im 1 of 1
Diamonds shine without the sun I need a bigger lung
Its BornMoney Gunn (Its BornMoney Gunn ya ya)
I f*ck yo bitch and she say money make her cum
I pull up with a bimbo hoe oh yea she dumb
Mouthful no crumbs 10 piece chicken dinner riding with a drum
All My necklace is frozen I give her love with no emotion
She left me pulling roses When I was broke man I felt hopeless
She see my neck how much cash is it
D.U.I hope dont crash the shit
They Thank I came up on accident
Bae say she from LA f*ck she taxing me
Got more cargo than a sprinter van
Niggas grimy heard he killed his man
She let me f*ck now she want them bands
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She see my neck how much cash is it
D.U.I hope dont crash the shit
They Thank I came up on accident
Bae say she from LA f*ck she taxing me
Got more cargo than a sprinter van
Niggas grimy heard he killed his man
She let me f*ck now she want them bands
She give me head behind the tint
We needed every cent
Now she mad what I spent
Wont wear the shit two times in the close getting lint
Like a street bitch who put hot sauce on ha fish
I kicked the hoe out I told ha bend but she was stiff
And the diamonds on me long water like a ship
And The money knee high
I jus sold a half bow down the street from Sheehy
And his money sitting kinda low like a see-saw
I aint goin back and forth bitch thats ping pong
Ima bank head like T.I
I just sold a fix in some Levis
These bitches aint real when she round u need 3 eyes
She see my neck how much cash is it
D.U.I hope dont crash the shit
They Thank I came up on accident
Bae say she from LA f*ck she taxing me
Got more cargo than a sprinter van
Niggas grimy heard he killed his man
She let me f*ck now she want them bands
Wanna be it gotta pay the funds gotta keep ya gun
Learn how to stunt she said im 1 of 1
Diamonds shine without the sun I need a bigger lung
Its BornMoney Gunn (Its BornMoney Gunn ya ya)
I f*ck yo bitch and she say money make her cum
I pull up with a bimbo hoe oh yea she dumb
Mouthful no crumbs 10 piece chicken dinner riding with a drum
All My necklace is frozen I give her love with no emotion
She left me pulling roses When I was broke man I felt hopeless
She see my neck how much cash is it
D.U.I hope dont crash the shit
They Thank I came up on accident
Bae say she from LA f*ck she taxing me
Got more cargo than a sprinter van
Niggas grimy heard he killed his man
She let me f*ck now she want them bands
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Writer: DAVID MEYERSON, WRITER UNKNOWN
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