Gunna – f**k witcha boy Lyrics

Gunna – f**k witcha boy Lyrics
f**k witcha boy
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    "f**k witcha boy." - Gunna

    Album: The Last Wun
    Track No: 17

    [Intro]
    Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy

    [Verse 1]
    Take me a helicopter, land in Punta Cana
    Got me a business lawyer help insure I'm covered
    I'm pushing and lifting it up, I'm 'bout to cut up this summer
    Uh, told her I don't want no rice when I eat Benihanas
    I invest in three, four years, I multiplied the number
    Run it right back in that field, I can't survive the jungle (Mhm)
    Stash me two or three Ms, I fill up a whole Tonka (A whole Tonka)
    Once I finish this deal, I could let 'em hold something
    I'm feel I'm due for a load, I already know it's coming (Know it's coming)
    Ran me up a few loafs, I'm spending the breadcrumbs (Breadcrumbs)
    You owе too long, gotta pay my money and then some (And thеn some)
    It's personal when it come to one of my loved ones (Uh-huh)
    Action's louder than words, you ain't gotta say we brothers
    Uh, piling up in the Maybach, this is Mercedes, show them (Ayy, yeah)
    Look how we made our way, so it's okay to struggle
    She fuck with me and got a Birk 'cause I'm a ladies' lover (Uh-huh)
    Once I show you your worth, you better not let this fumble
    You might feel it for certain, I can't take that from you
    I road with you to the dirt and that's one thing I honor

    [Chorus]
    Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy
    Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy
    Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy

    [Verse 2]
    Take me a helicopter, land in Punta Cana (Uh-huh)
    Kicking my feet in the sand, the sun right over the tent
    Got me a pretty vibe and she smell heavensent
    In the ocean, she purified herself, I feel like Prince
    Wanna go and keep getting by and that's for sure
    You show me you got my back and I got yours
    We making enough to feed my fam' and yours
    Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, I fuck with you, boy
    Fuck with your boy, she whipping up rocks, I know it's lit (It's lit)
    Ride with me all the way, you get a honorable mention (Uh-huh)
    Two countries in three days, we been on a whole mission
    Burberry on her shirt like she with the old [?] (The old [?])
    Real-ass nigga for life and I don't owe you shit
    Once we get through a fight, we locked in, tight as a pit
    Turn off all of the lights, that's when you can tell if it hit
    Ayy, I fuck with you (Mm), fuck with you, boy (Ah)

    [Outro]
    Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy
    Ayy, dim the lights, dim 'em, dim 'em
    Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy
    I was trying to tell my nigga that—, you know, real stones, they hit in the night, you know?
    Real VVS, you gonna see them hit in the night
    You don't need no light
    Ayy, I fuck with you, boy
    Yeah

    Writer(s): Gunna.

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