Young Thug & Gunna - Mil In Vegas/Real Life Goals (Best Version) [fredo Remix] [zaJo12kgX]

Young Thug & Gunna - Mil In Vegas/Real Life Goals (Best Version) [fredo Remix] [zaJo12kgX]

#gunna #youngthug #remix Young Thug & Gunna - Mil In Vegas/Real Life Goals (Best Version) Lyrics: [Intro: Future] (Wheezy outta here) [Chorus: Gunna] Oh, baby got pretty white toes Oh, came a long way from Flat Shoals Stars in the Rolls, Lambo got suicide doors Icing my bros (Bros), livin' out the life that we chose Yeah, yeah, yeah Lifestyle, real life goals I'm tryna sell out the Dome Paid a loan off a new home Cheetah cat pet named Chrome Collar around the neck handmade by Chrome 'Scotti got me higher than a drone Bought another Maybach, two-tone (Yeah) [Verse 1: Gunna & Young Thug] You had a chance, didn't go as planned Shouldn't have fucked up, traded bands Like you just a yes-man, who only shake hands Now we havin’ fans (Fans), we have them here to Japan Designer my pants (Pants), sorted out of South of France Rich n**ga, do my dance (Dance), smokin’ exotic strands Six hundred, blue and tan Two hundred grand, in a McLaren, we are not playin' Bought me some land, fuck what you sayin' Protect the brand, get you some stance Show me you loyal, you might get a Rover You here 'til it's over, you might get a Lamb' Good luck, I was saved by the bell Just ain't work, farewell with this year [?] work through the [?] Money made me and Wheezy outta here Comme des Garçons, Gotit Top Chef Roll it up, like to put it in the air See the dick in her ear Make her come, I'll pull on her hair Top off the Maybach ridin' down in Rodeo Top off the Maybach ridin' down in Rodeo Baby, tell me that you listenin' to my say so Tie my tie, sprinkle her face with the mayo We don't do hand me down, no, we got plenty clothes I've been rockin' rose gold diamonds on the low You keep bitches by the low, but you ain't pimpin' though All my cash come by the four, I'm talkin' hundreds, ho (SEX) [Chorus: Gunna] Yeah, yeah, yeah Lifestyle, real life goals I'm tryna sell out the Dome Paid a loan off a new home Cheetah cat pet named Chrome Collar around the neck handmade by Chrome 'Scotti got me higher than a drone Bought another Maybach, two-tone (Yeah) [Verse 2: Gunna] N**gas actin' like bitches, had to pull up with a hit stick He a ho havin' misfits, and his lil' ho pussy fishy I wake up, go get it Four hundred mil' down on my wishlist (Four hundred) Straight to work like an assistant Straight to the top and I don't care the distance It make no sense, I can just call a hit Don't gotta ball my fists (Nope), I thought I lost her friends N**gas just burned they bridge, I would've took care your kids But you never took that risk, load up the stick Hotbox slid, seen us a brick Slept on a pallet, we came out the trench You can have talent and still ride the bench How you got status, but look like you average? It’s hard to save money, you barely got balance You say I act funny, you just not a challenge My name gon’ do numbers, just ask him it's valid Ask him it's valid, runnin' all blue and I feel like a maverick I'm paid with no balance [Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug] Oh, baby got pretty white toes Oh, came a long way from Flat Shoals Stars in the Rolls, Lambo got suicide doors Icing my bros (Bros), livin' out the life that we chose (Yeah, SEX) [Verse 3: Young Thug] Talkin' hundreds, baby girl look so scrumptious (So scrumptious) Uh, n**gas hatin' on me but I'm shittin' on these n**gas, no plunger Fuck where you from, just ran your money to the sun, just Take care of your mama, yeah, boss up most of your man, yeah Boss up your man (Boss up, boss up) Give him some bands (Give me the racks) Give her some bands (Uh, yeah) Watch 'em expand (Watch her go crazy) You a fuck n**ga, yeah, yeah, yeah (Why?) 'Cause you put on a strand (Put on a thot) I might call her baby (What?) But she'll never be ma'am (No) Yellow-blue diamonds, ram But I ain't payin' Uncle Sam (Fuck) I ran off on my man (Yee-yee) I won't pay Uncle Sam (Ha) I just took her to lunch (I just took her to lunch) Bitch ordered some clams (Ha, yeah) I've been smokin' on Runtz (Uh, Runtz) Might serve you grams (Serve, Wheezy outta here) [Bridge: Young Thug] Me and my nephews just lost damn near a mil out in Vegas (Woo) Woke up, said a prayer to God like, "Thank you I'm not basic" (Thanks) N**ga ran up talking 'bout he ready to kill but he fakin' (Yeah) Told Ralo it's nasty, crack the seal then just take it (Flip) Tired of playin' with n**gas, should've murked 'em when they was babies I just have four hoes on the mop goin' crazy Me and my nephews just lost damn near a million in Vegas Soon as I pull my pants down, lil' mama gonna taste it (Taste it) [Chorus: Gunna] Yeah, yeah, yeah Lifestyle, real life goals I'm tryna sell out the Dome Paid a loan off a new home Cheetah cat pet named Chrome Collar around the neck handmade by Chrome 'Scotti got me higher than a drone Bought another Maybach, two-tone (Yeah)

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