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Gunna - Mr T Lyrics

[Chorus]
Feel like Mr. T, I got on all this gold
Got a flawless charm, hangin’ off a diamond rope
Walkin’ holdin’ my own, tryna’ reach my goal
Wrist negative below, I’m bout’ to catch a cold
Stripper at the Lowe’s, I wanna bless you hoes
Treatin’ this rap like trap, countin’ cash at every show
Drop two door Maybach, two door, drop Phantom Rolls

[Verse 1]
When you tryna’ move round’ me, gotta pay me like a toll
Fore’ you get in my whip, make sure that Fanta poured
Pretty bitch in my backseat, she got a camel toe
Poppin’ that top off the seal, like a Belaire Rose
Nothing I wear be cheap, fox inside my coat (Fox)
Diamonds inside of my teeth, help my smile glow (Smile)
I been helpin’ my family eat, rock Gucci like Alpo (Alpo)
Smokin’ on a jet with 24 seats, tryna’ see how high I can go (How high I can go)
Gunna got Aviator drip, I’m international (International)
Unh, got me a new cool lawyer, I’m a wagon coat
Thick bitch, get in her throat, I’m tryna gag the hoe (Gag the hoe)
Pass the bands out like a xan, call it [?]
Closet like a fashion show

[Chorus]
Feel like Mr. T, I got on all this gold
Got a flawless charm, hangin’ off a diamond rope
Walkin’ holdin’ my own, tryna’ reach my goal
Wrist negative below, I’m bout’ to catch a cold
Stripper at the Lowe’s, I wanna bless you hoes
Treatin’ this rap like trap, countin’ cash at every show
Drop two door Maybach, two door, drop Phantom Rolls
[Verse 2]
Cannot charge me for breakin’ and entering
You know I gotta get on
I been buying heavy artillery, let the war begin
My lil slime just like a mini me
Take care of him just like my kid
Ain’t tellin’ no lies, I swear I been a G
Run around sippin’ this mid
My Rolex sayin’ it’s negative degrees
I can’t even feel my wrist
I won’t hit yo hoe no more, last time she left lipstick on my dick
Fucked your hoe like she my hoe, I gave her every inch
All this money, still remember I was broke, I swear I’ll never forget
Man I stay in the sky, I feel like a pilot
Puttin’ this money in a pile, watch me dive in (Dive in)
Diamonds real close to my chin, like a violin (Violin)
All my whips European, don’t know what I ride in

[Chorus]
Feel like Mr. T, I got on all this gold
Got a flawless charm, hangin’ off a diamond rope
Walkin’ holdin’ my own, tryna’ reach my goal
Wrist negative below, I’m bout’ to catch a cold
Stripper at the Lowe’s, I wanna bless you hoes
Treatin’ this rap like trap, countin’ cash at every show
Drop two door Maybach, two door, drop Phantom Rose