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Still Prevail Video (MV)




Performed By: Gunna
From Album: One Of Wun
Genre(s): Hip Hop, R&B
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Sergio Kitchens, Darnell Ramon Carr Jr
Released: May 16th, 2024
Year: 2024




Gunna - Still Prevail Lyrics
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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands carat gold on my wrist
This bitch drankin' me, she a fish
They soft that they swivel, don't stick
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
Your baby mama know that I'm it
I f*ck on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail

Come on, ain't tryna be late
Got a show, l'ma go cross-state
We could creep and be well out the way
Pick a time and a place
I done seen how niggas switch sides
I'm like, "Nah, I'm straight"
Bitch bad, got a gap through her thighs
She fine, okay
They still gotta pay us
I took her to Zales
I cut like a flair
Have the Cuban, I don't wanna link
I clear all the tabs
They pay for their abs
I put faith in my craft
And for now on, I'm keepin' receipts
On the grind, I'm knee-deep
These rhymes paid off my lease
She fine, speakin' in Greek
With vibes, we out in Greece
High, stimulate my mind, tryna reach my peak
High, yeah, I'm gon' touch the sky, you know I get fleek
Yo, slide

Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands carat gold on my wrist
This bitch drankin' me, she a fish
They soft that they swivel, don't stick
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
Your baby mama know that I'm it
I f*ck on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail

Thank the Lord, I don't take it for granted
I can pop on a whole 'nother planet
I love f*ckin' my bitch 'cause I'm mannish
I love watchin' her take off her panties
I know some of you niggas can't stand it
Ain't gon' get it, that nigga still havin'
Love to see me, they seein' what's happenin'
They stay ready, l'on gotta get ready
She with it, I don't gotta say it
I don't figured you know how to play it
I'm all on they radar
I'm high-key that nigga for real
Keep workin', it pay off
You spend it however you feel
I can't take a day off
I'm plantin' more seeds in the field
Yeah, nigga fly, dressin' to kill
No lie, this energy real
Rhyme geekin' on
Landin' in Beverly Hills
Out my mind
Half a mil' for my bills
That's why I grind
F*ck how a nigga feel

Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands carat gold on my wrist
This bitch drankin' me, she a fish
They soft that they swivel, don't stick
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
Your baby mama know that I'm it
I f*ck on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail
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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands carat gold on my wrist
This bitch drankin' me, she a fish
They soft that they swivel, don't stick
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
Your baby mama know that I'm it
I f*ck on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail

Come on, ain't tryna be late
Got a show, l'ma go cross-state
We could creep and be well out the way
Pick a time and a place
I done seen how niggas switch sides
I'm like, "Nah, I'm straight"
Bitch bad, got a gap through her thighs
She fine, okay
They still gotta pay us
I took her to Zales
I cut like a flair
Have the Cuban, I don't wanna link
I clear all the tabs
They pay for their abs
I put faith in my craft
And for now on, I'm keepin' receipts
On the grind, I'm knee-deep
These rhymes paid off my lease
She fine, speakin' in Greek
With vibes, we out in Greece
High, stimulate my mind, tryna reach my peak
High, yeah, I'm gon' touch the sky, you know I get fleek
Yo, slide

Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands carat gold on my wrist
This bitch drankin' me, she a fish
They soft that they swivel, don't stick
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
Your baby mama know that I'm it
I f*ck on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail

Thank the Lord, I don't take it for granted
I can pop on a whole 'nother planet
I love f*ckin' my bitch 'cause I'm mannish
I love watchin' her take off her panties
I know some of you niggas can't stand it
Ain't gon' get it, that nigga still havin'
Love to see me, they seein' what's happenin'
They stay ready, l'on gotta get ready
She with it, I don't gotta say it
I don't figured you know how to play it
I'm all on they radar
I'm high-key that nigga for real
Keep workin', it pay off
You spend it however you feel
I can't take a day off
I'm plantin' more seeds in the field
Yeah, nigga fly, dressin' to kill
No lie, this energy real
Rhyme geekin' on
Landin' in Beverly Hills
Out my mind
Half a mil' for my bills
That's why I grind
F*ck how a nigga feel

Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands carat gold on my wrist
This bitch drankin' me, she a fish
They soft that they swivel, don't stick
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
Your baby mama know that I'm it
I f*ck on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Darnell Ramon Carr Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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