Correction Lyrics Almighty by Gunna

Featuring(s) : HoodRich Pablo Juan

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Lyrics

Run that back, Turbo

Whippin' that Masi, pay me for the party
I don't wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body (Drip on my body)
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies (Ah)
Codeine I sip while I'm smoking exotic (Uh)
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining (Five-star, we dining)
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds (VVS diamonds)
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate (Changing the climate)

[Gunna]
Oh, H 'round my waist, I'm back rocking Hermes (Rocking Hermes)
Givenchy Air Forces, they cost me a band (Cost me a band)
I rock a show, give some racks to my man (Racks to my man)
I eat the cake too, brought my bitch to the sand (Bitch to the sand)
I geek up my whips and live life on the edge (Life on the edge)
Slime out of town so I'm sipping this red (Slime)
I cannot cap, these racks getting to my head (Getting to my head)
Young Gunna rappin', I really was trappin'
My wrist need a napkin, Rolex got me wet (Uh)
Drip they gon' jack it, Marc Jacobs my jacket
Them folks had to tax me, shit cost me some bread (Cost me some bread, ah)
European stitching, love shopping in France
She want a vacation, my bitch need a tan (My bitch need a tan)
Fear of God pants match my Fear of God Vans (Fear of God)
You niggas weren't there when I needed a hand (Needed a hand)

Whippin' that Masi, pay me for the party
I don't wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body (Drip on my body)
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies (Ah)
Codeine I sip while I'm smoking exotic (Uh)
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining (Five-star, we dining)
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds (Yeah)
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate (Pablo Juan, yeah)

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I want the money, I don't want no Tommy
My pockets stuffed, yeah I keep it on me (Pockets stuffed)
My whip a snow bunny, I love them blue hunnids (All white)
Brand new Masi and the Bentley Armani (Brand new Masi, ooh)
Bite that Lacoste, I jumped out the porch as a boss, yeah
Drinking Hi-Tech in the loft, raw
My bitch got a ass that's soft (Yeah)
No, this ain't no gas it's cigar
I roll up backwood and gelato (Gelato)
I'm rocking Valentino with the red bottoms
Givenchy stars got me f*cking a model
Poppin' seals, we don't drink bottles
Hustle hard about that almighty dollar (Yeah)
Try to play me, put that K to your collar
Snakes in the garden, my Gucci Mufasa
Pablo Juan bitch, I'm the plug like a charger

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