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Gunna - poochie gown [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Braden Davies
Braden Davies
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zack Acousta
Zack Acousta
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Abel Wagner
Abel Wagner
Assistant Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Producer
Southside
Southside
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All facts, ****, know what I'm sayin'?
No rap cap (Metro)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
I got a bad bitch in my penthouse right now
(Right now)
She got on a poochie gown
Ready to get piped down (Piped down)
I stash nine hundred thou'
In case I get a dark cloud (Cloud)
No way we goin' down
Money stretch a thousand miles (Thousand miles)
[Verse 3]
Them bitches on the south (South)
I got ten carats on my finger
This shit cost a house (Bling)
My shorty say, "You too much for me,"
I'm like, "Baby, how?" (Baby, how?)
You wavy, too turned up and rich
Ain't got no kids or spouse (Spouse)
And crazy, boss up a lil' bitch
I pushed then kick her out (Kick her out)
Metro with the stems (Metro)
If he say, it's trim (Trim)
Hang above the rim
I can't fuck with Freddie Gibbs (No)
**** tellin' fibs (Fibs)
Rich kids try to get next to me
You know your chances slim (Slim)
G5 Gulfstream waitin' on me
I'm headed to LA hills (Grrah)
Who that tryna contest a G?
I'll pump if you ready to kill
Rolls-Royce like Uncle Phil (Phil)
You **** don't pay your bills (Bills)
Just like the song, this shit got hot
I'm tellin' my shooter to chill (Hot)
Bought a mansion off Papermill (Mill)
I'm countin' these millions for real (Real)
I'm guarding these racks with a shield
I promise to stay with a steel (Steel)
[Verse 4]
I got a bad bitch in my penthouse right now
(Right now)
She got on a poochie gown
Ready to get piped down (Piped down)
I stash nine hundred thou'
In case I get a dark cloud (Cloud)
No way we goin' down
Money stretch a thousand miles (Thousand miles)
[Verse 5]
Got too much cap on it
Lil' boy, you need to cut it out (Cap)
Ayy, that's my twins, let 'em in
This the slatty house (Slatty)
Look at my bitch, she a ten with a sloppy mouth
Exotic comin' in and out
We ain't gon' never see a drought (See a drought)
Yeah, copy (Pop it)
Pop it, ****, don't stop it (Pop it)
All those cars robotic (Robotic)
Rich as fuck 'cause I'm melodic (Slatt)
Smoke that laddi-daddi (Yeah)
Thirty for my penthouse suite
Yeah, this the after-party (Party)
Richard Millie cost three hundred G's
On time, I can't be tardy (Tardy)
Yeah, Gotti had the Biscotti
So I pulled up with some smarties (Smarties)
I'm fuckin' these bitches hardly (Hardly)
I bought her the Aston Marty (Marty)
Skeleton Cartier come straight from slatt
He call it a barti' (Barti')
Slime Love All The Time
Yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, I beg your pardon?
[Verse 6]
I got a bad bitch in my penthouse right now
(Right now)
She got on a poochie gown
Ready to get piped down (Piped down)
I stash nine hundred thou'
In case I get a dark cloud (Cloud)
No way we goin' down
Money stretch a thousand miles (Thousand miles)
Written by: Allen Ritter, Jeffery Williams, Joshua Luellen, Leland Wayne, Sergio Kitchens
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