Gunna - Our Year Lyrics

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Our Year

Our Year Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Our Year By Gunna?
Gunna, Gunna, Baby
F*ck with young YSL yeah it's our year Yeah big racks, money talking Nigga that's all I hear (big racks, but the money talk) Told every one of my niggas this our year Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port Go and board the Lear (board the Lear, board the jet) I'ma hop out, drip drip in the flyest gear (flyest) Everything came from Saks Fifths My bitch got Dior all on her lips (Dior) Let her ride, I'ma drive from the rear, yeah Drive that bitch and go crazy (drive) All blue hunnids big faces Four pockets full, Lil Baby Catch me a jet and go to Vegas Chauffeur from a '63 AMG Mercedes (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Vvs' on me and they banging Fuckin' on a nigga old lady I was tryna grind like the eighties (had to) I had to stack it tall took a whole lot of patience (stack it up) Spend a dime nigga money ancient Til I hit the mall and I fell in love with Maison (fell in love) Money growing feeling like I'm ageing (yeah) Pour a four of syrup lemme taste it Attached to the paper we related Big racks, money conversation (yeah) (Big racks nigga) Big racks, money talking Nigga that's all I hear (big racks, but the money talk) Told every one of my niggas this our year Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port Go and board the Lear (board the Lear, board the jet) I'ma hop out, drip drip in the flyest gear Everything came from Saks Fifths Bitch got Dior all on her lips (Dior) Let her ride, I'ma drive from the rear Told Gunna Gunna lil' kid this our year you dig what I'm sayin' bro? She got starstruck by the stars in the wraith she know I ain't playin' though (I ain't playin') I ran them bands up (ran up them bands) Dressed like I'm sponsored by Louis Vuitton Givenchy, Chanel, YSL, I'm a don Four pockets full, get them in by the ton Look at my bitch how she stunt on they ass She got class she got every bag Jumped on a Lear, left the pack in the hood Text my hoe, told her bitch I ain't coming back (never coming back) Yeah big racks, money talking Nigga that's all I hear (big racks, but the money talk) Told every one of my niggas this our year Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port Go and board the Lear (board the Lear, board the jet) I'ma hop out, drip drip in the flyest gear (flyest) Everything came from Saks Fifths My bitch got Dior all on her lips (Dior) Let her ride, I'ma drive from the rear Yeah big racks, money talking nigga that's all I hear Told every one of my niggas this our year |
Who Wrote Our Year By Gunna?
Dominique Jones, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass
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What's The Duration Of The Our Year By Gunna?The duration of Our Year is 2:48 minutes and seconds. |
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