Текст песни still prevail - Gunna
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Sippin'
OJ
in
the
Cris'
Model
with
me
and
she
lit
Black
leather
Vetement
trench
Thousands
gon'
go
on
my
wrist
This
bitch
drankin'
me,
she
a
fish
They
soft
that
they
swivel,
don't
stick
I
do
a
lot
of
things
but
don't
miss
Your
baby
mama
know
that
I'm
it
I
fuck
on
her,
I'on't
ever
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
all
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
gon'
go
on
my
wrist
This
bitch
drankin'
me,
she
a
fish
They
soft
that
they
swivel,
don't
stick
I
do
a
lot
of
things
but
don't
miss
Your
baby
mama
know
that
I'm
it
I
fuck
on
her,
I'on't
ever
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
fuckin'
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
Fuck
how
a
nigga
feel
Sippin'
OJ
in
the
Cris'
Model
with
me
and
she
lit
Black
leather
Vetement
trench
Thousands
gon'
go
on
my
wrist
This
bitch
drankin'
me,
she
a
fish
They
soft
that
they
swivel,
don't
stick
I
do
a
lot
of
things
but
don't
miss
Your
baby
mama
know
that
I'm
it
I
fuck
on
her,
I'on't
ever
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
1 collage
2 one of wun
3 neck on a yacht
4 whatsapp (wassam)
5 hakuna matata
6 Prada Dem (feat. Offset)
7 treesh
8 on one tonight
9 back in the a
10 trio
11 still prevail
12 blackjack
13 $$$ (feat. Normani)
14 clear my rain (feat. Leon Bridges)
15 conscience
16 the time
17 let it breathe (feat. Roddy Ricch)
18 life’s changing
19 today i did good
20 time reveals, be careful what you wish for
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