Gunna - FEIGNING Lyrics | BollywoodTracksLyrics

Presenting the latest song lyrics of 'FEIGNING' by 'Gunna' from the album 'Wunna'. The music is produced by Grayson & Tay Keith and the lyrics are written by Gunna & Tay Keith. The Song Was Release at 'Gunna' Official Youtube Channel on May 22nd, 2020.

Song Details:

Song: FEIGNING (Lyric)
Artist: Gunna
Album: Wunna 
Producer: Grayson & Tay Keith
Writer: Gunna & Tay Keith
Distributor: 300 Entertainment
Label: Young Stoner Life Records & 300 Entertainment
Release Date: May 22nd, 2020.


FEIGNING LYRICS:

Tay Keith, fuck these n****s up
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah

Make em bleed for the season
I got pretty tings overseas, yeah-Seas, yeah, yeah
Shopping sprees for a week, yeah-Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah-Free bands

Above the trees, hard to breathe in-Hard to breathe in
We spending G's for no reason, yeah-Yeah
Better go sleep, she not leaving, yeah-Leaving
Crib in the hills like I am fiending, yeah

Huh, huh, huh
about a dollar, huh, huh-Woah
Whip that Panamera, yeah
Piss in my ring, diamonds canary yellow-Ooh
I am sipping codeine, I am moving slower than Donatello-Donatello
I doubt that she do not let me fuck, but I swear I won't sweat her-Nah
I am running the millions up, on God, my fam doing better-On God
Being broke didn't break us apart, got rich, 
We still together-Still together, we still together
We storm the weather, you get jamed, I will write you letters-Write you letters
We flock of feathers-Yeah, the parasailers-Yeah
Gave her a groove like Stella, my vocals making her pussy wetter-Wetter
Bought a new Louis flannel, flowers all over my white Margielas-White Margiela

Make em bleed for the season
I got pretty tings overseas, yeah-Seas, yeah, yeah
Shopping sprees for a week, yeah-Yeah
Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah-Free bands
Above the trees, hard to breathe in

We spending G's for no reason, yeah-Yeah
Better go sleep, she not leaving, yeah-Leaving
Crib in the hills like I am fiending, yeah

Huh, huh
Feel the Miley Cyrus, yeah
We getting geeked up at the private party, yeah, yeah
Leak, it aingt no secret, know I drip the hardest-Drip the hardest
The valet can't hold my key, I let my people park it-People park it
Got that Escalade BP cause I might be a target-Bulletproof
My fans screaming at me, say I am they, favorite artist-Favorite artist
Pay what I want, no back and forth, do not do no bargain-Do no bargain
We cross the margin-Cross the margin
Fuck n****s barking, the main reason I keep a carbon-Yeah
We burn like arsons-Yeah
Snakes in the garden-Yeah
We rich, I beg your pardon?
My lil niece is starting-Niece is starting
The vehicles foreign-Foreign
Feel like I am soaring-Yeah

Make em bleed for the season
I got pretty tings overseas, yeah-Seas, yeah, yeah
Shopping sprees for a week, yeah-Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah-Free bands

Above the trees, hard to breathe in-Hard to breathe in
We spending G's for no reason, yeah-Yeah
Better go sleep, she not leaving, yeah-Leaving
The crib in the hills like I am fiending, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah


Written by: Gaurav [BOLLYWOOD TRACKS LYRICS]                                             

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