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von Gunnr
openingup Songtext
Huh, yeah (wicked)
Look at the wrist, it′s bad
She's saying, "Gunnr, you the best I had" (yeah)
I′m just hoping that the drugs don't take me (uh)
Push back, like, please don't hate me
It′s a fine lil′ 50 on a wrist piece (yeah)
It's a blessing if you even get to miss me (yeah, huh)
She′s opening up too fast (huh-huh)
I don't wanna fuck your trauma
Yeah, tell me, what′s in your bag? (Yes, yes, whoa-whoa-whoa)
Two pills and some marijuana
She's opening up too fast (huh, too fast)
I don′t wanna fuck your trauma (yeah)
Tell me, what's in your bag? (Yes, yes)
Two pills and some marijuana (wicked)
Jan Sport packed in the back of the backseat
This a limo, baby, this is not a taxi
I feel like you Phineas, I feel like I am Ferb
She just wanna fuck me, I don't say much, not a word
I feel like I′m M, nah, music
I keep me ah, ′boutta use it
Push up, finna ah, leave 'em clueless
Push up in ah, run, run it back
Look at the wrist, it′s bad
She's saying, "Gunnr, you the best I had" (yeah)
I′m just hoping that the drugs don't take me (uh)
Push back, like, please don′t hate me
It's a fine lil' 50 on a wrist piece (yeah)
It′s a blessing if you even get to miss me (yeah, huh)
She′s opening up too fast (huh-huh)
I don't wanna fuck your trauma
Yeah, tell me, what′s in your bag? (Yes, yes, whoa-whoa-whoa)
Two pills and some marijuana
She's opening up too fast (huh, too fast)
I don′t wanna fuck your trauma (yeah)
Tell me, what's in your bag? (Yes, yes)
Two pills and some marijuana
(Wicked)
Look at the wrist, it′s bad
She's saying, "Gunnr, you the best I had" (yeah)
I′m just hoping that the drugs don't take me (uh)
Push back, like, please don't hate me
It′s a fine lil′ 50 on a wrist piece (yeah)
It's a blessing if you even get to miss me (yeah, huh)
She′s opening up too fast (huh-huh)
I don't wanna fuck your trauma
Yeah, tell me, what′s in your bag? (Yes, yes, whoa-whoa-whoa)
Two pills and some marijuana
She's opening up too fast (huh, too fast)
I don′t wanna fuck your trauma (yeah)
Tell me, what's in your bag? (Yes, yes)
Two pills and some marijuana (wicked)
Jan Sport packed in the back of the backseat
This a limo, baby, this is not a taxi
I feel like you Phineas, I feel like I am Ferb
She just wanna fuck me, I don't say much, not a word
I feel like I′m M, nah, music
I keep me ah, ′boutta use it
Push up, finna ah, leave 'em clueless
Push up in ah, run, run it back
Look at the wrist, it′s bad
She's saying, "Gunnr, you the best I had" (yeah)
I′m just hoping that the drugs don't take me (uh)
Push back, like, please don′t hate me
It's a fine lil' 50 on a wrist piece (yeah)
It′s a blessing if you even get to miss me (yeah, huh)
She′s opening up too fast (huh-huh)
I don't wanna fuck your trauma
Yeah, tell me, what′s in your bag? (Yes, yes, whoa-whoa-whoa)
Two pills and some marijuana
She's opening up too fast (huh, too fast)
I don′t wanna fuck your trauma (yeah)
Tell me, what's in your bag? (Yes, yes)
Two pills and some marijuana
(Wicked)
Writer(s): Jaidon Gunn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

