Lyrics Sinner - GMG Lulheim
(Who
does
he
think
he
is)
(I
just
told
you
who
I
thought
I
was)
(They
ain't
know
that
I
was
a
sinner)
(Take
my
new
bitch
out
for
dinner)
(I'm
a
thug
can't
go
on
dates)
(Bitch
we
all
make
sum
mistakes)
(Swear
there's
too
much
on
my
plate)
(Money
coming
different
states)
(Keep
a
certified
hitter,
I'm
a
certified
spitter)
Swerve
might
kill
you
if
your
dissing
(Aye)
Gotta
learn
to
pay
attention
Fuck
the
gram,
fuck
all
my
mentions
Swear
these
streets
really
get
hectic
Bitch
I'
m
balling
gotta
check
up
Only
want
you
from
the
neck
up
Fuck
a
foreign,
buy
a
lexus
I
ain't
stressing
bout
no
ex's
They
ain't
know
that
I
was
a
sinner
Take
my
new
bitch
out
for
dinner
I'm
a
thug
can't
go
on
dates
Bitch
we
all
make
sum
mistakes
Swear
there's
too
much
on
my
plate
Money
coming
different
states
Keep
a
certified
hitter,
I'm
a
certified
spitter
Put
the
flash
on
him
like
he
taking
a
picture
Put
the
goose
on
my
coat
like
it's
finna
be
winter
How
the
bitch
get
lit,
couldn't
handle
her
liquor
Your
bitch
switched
sides
said
she
need
a
real
nigga
Said
they
need
a
real
killer
Put
my
opps
in
the
system
Double
cup
sipping
fucking
up
my
system
Been
had
the
drop
nigga
is
you
listening
We
baking
your
block
never
needed
a
kitchen
(Ohh)
Giving
my
city
that
hope
She
made
a
volcano
ain't
talking
mentos
I
pay
out
of
pocket,
never
need
a
loan
When
you
talk
to
a
nigga
better
watch
your
tone
Your
bitch
gon
leave
you
if
you
going
broke
I'm
in
love
with
my
main
bitch
leave
me
alone
Quick
2 bands
on
a
show
She
into
sports,
I
fuck
her
like
a
pro
Heard
he
hard
I
treat
him
like
a
hoe
(Big
GMG,
Big
OTM)
They
ain't
know
that
I
was
a
sinner
Take
my
new
bitch
out
for
dinner
I'm
a
thug
can't
go
on
dates
Bitch
we
all
make
sum
mistakes
Keep
a
certified
hitter,
I'm
a
certified
spitter
Swerve
gon
kill
you
if
your
dissing
Gotta
learn
to
pay
attention
Fuck
the
gram,
fuck
all
my
mentions
Swear
these
streets
really
get
hectic
Bitch
I'
m
balling
gotta
check
up
Only
want
you
from
the
neck
up
Fuck
a
foreign,
buy
a
lexus
I
ain't
stressing
bout
no
ex's
Picked
up
my
phone,
sent
you
a
message
Got
a
couple
hoes
too
many
Said
whats
the
problem,
bitch
you
friendly
I
can't
talk
it
ain't
bout
money
I
can't
talk
niggas
sweet
like
honey
Nigga
pass
me
the
chalk
cross
his
name
off
the
board
Too
many
drugs
my
life
getting
shorter
Sticked
up
like
cartel
we
coming
off
the
boarder
If
your
father
the
plug
I'm
fucking
on
his
daughter
21
in
the
gang
and
I
ain't
talking
slaughter
Had
to
private
the
school
and
I
ain't
talking
charter
I
get
this
shit
easy
it
used
to
be
harder
I
need
drip,
hit
sacks
in
a
week
Broke
ass
niggas
keep
tryna
critique
She
freaky
tryna
fuck
on
the
beach
Big
GMG
how
I
fuck
up
the
beat
Wayne
sweet
you
ain't
hear
it
from
me
1 Doing me
2 Sinner
3 Never Be Wrong
4 Skat Pack
5 Dog Food (NBA Freestyle)
6 Who Wit Me
7 No Lames
8 Shut It Down
9 Anthem
10 Too Quick
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