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Perky & Wine Video (MV)




Performed By: GGA Gutta
Length: 2:06
Written by: Ryan Mack




GGA Gutta - Perky & Wine Lyrics




Baskin Robbins, I keep them flavors on me
Out in LA, ball like the Raiders homie

Shells from the glock get hot that's macaroni
I started drippin now they all on me

You mix the perky with the wine don't ya
(You dooo)
You like to stimulant ya mind don't ya
(You dooo)

How you get finer over time, Oh
(Mmm, ooo)
You drop a pin it's goin down, woahh
(Mmm, ooo)

F*ck-a-hater baby get to the money
PJ to Milan, I just came from London

Rodeo Drive drippin on a Sunday
Spend the 20s and ima stack the hunnids
(Drippin, drippin)

Uh
I ain't gone-play with a hoe
Hitter again, now that's 3 in a row

Smokin supreme on the scene
With the team, I'm geeked up baby
You already know
(You know)

Yeah
Look at ya broad on the go
Play wit dat kitty, she play wit ha nose

Don't make me go f*ck Up this sack
If She look like a snack, Ike turner
I'm knocking a hoe
(Ooo-Ooo-Ooo)

Tried to tell her it's getting loud (ain't I)
Lil mama I'm from outta town (ain't I)

I pulled dat girl right out the crowd (ain't I)
Send the addy I pull on now (ain't I)

Baskin Robbins, I keep them flavors on me
Out in LA, ball like the Raiders homie

Shells from the glock get hot that's macaroni
I started drippin now they all on me

You mix the perky with the wine don't ya
(You dooo)
You like to stimulant ya mind don't ya
(You dooo)

How you get finer over time, Oh
(Mmm, ooo)
You drop a pin it's goin down, woahh
(Mmm, ooo)
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Baskin Robbins, I keep them flavors on me
Out in LA, ball like the Raiders homie

Shells from the glock get hot that's macaroni
I started drippin now they all on me

You mix the perky with the wine don't ya
(You dooo)
You like to stimulant ya mind don't ya
(You dooo)

How you get finer over time, Oh
(Mmm, ooo)
You drop a pin it's goin down, woahh
(Mmm, ooo)

F*ck-a-hater baby get to the money
PJ to Milan, I just came from London

Rodeo Drive drippin on a Sunday
Spend the 20s and ima stack the hunnids
(Drippin, drippin)

Uh
I ain't gone-play with a hoe
Hitter again, now that's 3 in a row

Smokin supreme on the scene
With the team, I'm geeked up baby
You already know
(You know)

Yeah
Look at ya broad on the go
Play wit dat kitty, she play wit ha nose

Don't make me go f*ck Up this sack
If She look like a snack, Ike turner
I'm knocking a hoe
(Ooo-Ooo-Ooo)

Tried to tell her it's getting loud (ain't I)
Lil mama I'm from outta town (ain't I)

I pulled dat girl right out the crowd (ain't I)
Send the addy I pull on now (ain't I)

Baskin Robbins, I keep them flavors on me
Out in LA, ball like the Raiders homie

Shells from the glock get hot that's macaroni
I started drippin now they all on me

You mix the perky with the wine don't ya
(You dooo)
You like to stimulant ya mind don't ya
(You dooo)

How you get finer over time, Oh
(Mmm, ooo)
You drop a pin it's goin down, woahh
(Mmm, ooo)
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Writer: Ryan Mack
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