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El Gunna - Gunna Got Soul Lyrics



El Gunna - Gunna Got Soul Lyrics




Gunna, I am the truest with the sound Swaggin' knees, bop, I'm the coolest nigga round
Before the strip shit, I was movin' with the pounds
Straight block work, never movin' off the mound
Ages to the sky, Harlem representin' is the basis of my fly

Move around the nation in disguise, I'm like ghosts with the flows
I got the power to make it rise
Pound cakes, no just sittin' to brown cake
I'm like a earthquake with cake, I'm makin' the ground shake

Money fly through postal with a touchdown safe
Soon as I touch down safe, we givin' them uptown shakes
Money in abundance, that's an uptown pace
This an uptown place

I'm a 125th and that's a uptown face
Move under the radar, another uptown case
I'm like the uptown chain
No Rockefeller, no acapella, yeah, I can sell her

Water to a well, too, I'm a top-notch fella
Better check the records, I'm the realest
Much respected by the bosses of the bosses
Don't you ever disrespect it, or death come quick

I might let one rip through your tissues, don't you trip
I'm official, don't forget
No more issues, I'm the shit gunner, baby
I'm the nigga with the hits

You bet top five stick me in the middle of the list
Sittin' in the middle of the strip, comin' off the middle of the hip
Bow, good aim, I'm about as real as it gets
Better duck, motherf*cker, I'm like Billy with the stick

Shoot a f*ckin' apple off your head
Knockin' your roof off, buildin' the castle of the dead
Ain't worried about jail, no hassle with the feds
We got good alibis, we kill cattle with the land

Lawyer on standby, can't see that damn fly
And I have to clip his wings and be askin' his fam why
I just move around the puzzle like that Pac-Man guy
While them ghosts on my tail, I'm tryin' to stack fans high

Generational wealth before the ship capsize
Me and Big Bro drivin' back-to-back rides
All foreign seats when the hatchbacks slide
Mad facts, lies, they tellin' all of they rhymes

We tryin' to turn dreams real, that's a cash act prize
All real money, let the NASDAQ rise
Haters starin' down with the emoji eyes
Why they lookin' all surprised like we really ain't them guys

Like the corp we cut from ain't from N.Y
Like hustlin' ain't our life, ain't come from flippin' pies
F*ckin' up the strip, ain't a product of genocide
Like we don't make plays when real niggas collide

Like we ain't got the swag and bitches don't wanna slide
Like we ain't from Harlem, my nigga, what the f*ck is you high
Too many pot pills, the doctor didn't prescribe
When we come through, big deal, niggas are full of vibes

Gunna
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Gunna, I am the truest with the sound Swaggin' knees, bop, I'm the coolest nigga round
Before the strip shit, I was movin' with the pounds
Straight block work, never movin' off the mound
Ages to the sky, Harlem representin' is the basis of my fly

Move around the nation in disguise, I'm like ghosts with the flows
I got the power to make it rise
Pound cakes, no just sittin' to brown cake
I'm like a earthquake with cake, I'm makin' the ground shake

Money fly through postal with a touchdown safe
Soon as I touch down safe, we givin' them uptown shakes
Money in abundance, that's an uptown pace
This an uptown place

I'm a 125th and that's a uptown face
Move under the radar, another uptown case
I'm like the uptown chain
No Rockefeller, no acapella, yeah, I can sell her

Water to a well, too, I'm a top-notch fella
Better check the records, I'm the realest
Much respected by the bosses of the bosses
Don't you ever disrespect it, or death come quick

I might let one rip through your tissues, don't you trip
I'm official, don't forget
No more issues, I'm the shit gunner, baby
I'm the nigga with the hits

You bet top five stick me in the middle of the list
Sittin' in the middle of the strip, comin' off the middle of the hip
Bow, good aim, I'm about as real as it gets
Better duck, motherf*cker, I'm like Billy with the stick

Shoot a f*ckin' apple off your head
Knockin' your roof off, buildin' the castle of the dead
Ain't worried about jail, no hassle with the feds
We got good alibis, we kill cattle with the land

Lawyer on standby, can't see that damn fly
And I have to clip his wings and be askin' his fam why
I just move around the puzzle like that Pac-Man guy
While them ghosts on my tail, I'm tryin' to stack fans high

Generational wealth before the ship capsize
Me and Big Bro drivin' back-to-back rides
All foreign seats when the hatchbacks slide
Mad facts, lies, they tellin' all of they rhymes

We tryin' to turn dreams real, that's a cash act prize
All real money, let the NASDAQ rise
Haters starin' down with the emoji eyes
Why they lookin' all surprised like we really ain't them guys

Like the corp we cut from ain't from N.Y
Like hustlin' ain't our life, ain't come from flippin' pies
F*ckin' up the strip, ain't a product of genocide
Like we don't make plays when real niggas collide

Like we ain't got the swag and bitches don't wanna slide
Like we ain't from Harlem, my nigga, what the f*ck is you high
Too many pot pills, the doctor didn't prescribe
When we come through, big deal, niggas are full of vibes

Gunna
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Writer: Elsun Gunter
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Performed By: El Gunna
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Elsun Gunter
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