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Gunna - on one tonight [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Redfield, Jr
Kenneth Redfield, Jr
Songwriter
Nathan Scott Lamarche
Nathan Scott Lamarche
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Engineer
Kenny Stuntin
Kenny Stuntin
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Nash Beats
Nash Beats
Producer

Lyrics

You niggas been hatin' way too long, yeah, yeah Too grown, I bought that, oh Yeah (that's a good one, P) Yeah, yeah I went to AP, spent 200K, they sold me the frost, rainbow face They hope I fall off, ain't no way, I might be 'ight, but it ain't okay Niggas had left, niggas went right, I went left and stayed left, it ain't nothin' the same They run they lips, I put my prep in a step and my foot in a pedal, a Range Spend this shit like I'm ahead of the game, you said they gon' drop, and it better be flame Lil' mami gon' top, she gon' suck 'til I'm drained, my top-five topper in love with her brain Across the sea, huh, Hatteras in Mykonos, Greece, man, they love me in Spain (yeah, yeah) I'm kickin' P, ah, land on the jet with a bitch with a big-body frame (yeah) Dressed like a biker, rockin' black Margiela loafers, the one with the lace (yeah, yeah) Pulled up in title, yeah, right, I don't think these lil' niggas really wanna race (yeah, yeah) I got the fire, I spit crack, I got the fans, gon' recite what I say (yeah, yeah) Pass me that lighter, this ain't no thrax, this some Bluscotti, I smoke to the face (yeah, yeah) Made it to the light and they still throwin' shade, I was locked up, takin' chips for a trade (yeah, yeah) I'm the boss, make more than minimum wage, these blue hunnids keepin' my mental straight (yeah, yeah) Talkin' to God in the middle of the day, ain't no human bein' determine my fate (yeah, yeah) The more I get it in, the more they gon' hate, that lil'-body Benz, I know what you paid (yeah-yeah, yeah-ah-ay) Don't tempt me, I'm on one tonight (yeah-yeah, yeah-ah-ay) Don't play with me, play with a mic' (yeah, yeah-ah-ay) She suck it when we stop at the light, these rappers ain't copyin' right (yeah, yeah-ah-ay) Get dressed and pop-out in the night, too trim, I got 'em enticed
Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Kenneth Redfield, Nathan Lamarche Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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