'Poochie Gown' Lyrics By Gunna | Official Lyrics

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Here is the official lyrics to 'Poochie Gown' by talented American rapper Gunna, check out the lyrics below and sing along.

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Gunna - Poochie Gown Lyrics

Intro
(Southside on the track, yeah)
All facts, nigga, know what I'm saying?
No rap cap (Metro)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Chorus
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 going down, money stretch a thousand miles (Thousand miles)

Verse 1
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 thе stems (Metro)
If he say, it's trim (Trim)
Hang abovе the rim
I can't fuck with Freddie Gibbs (No)
Niggas telling fibs (Fibs)
Rich kids try to get next to me, you know your chances slim (Slim)
G5 Gulfstream waiting 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 niggas gotta pay your bills (Bills)
Just like the song, this shit got hot, I'm telling my shooter to chill (Hot)
Bought a mansion off Papermill (Mill)
I'm counting these millions for real (Real)
I'm guarding these racks with a shield
I promise to stay with a steel (Steel)

Chorus
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 going down, money stretch a thousand miles (Thousand miles)

Verse 2
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, nigga, 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 fucking 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?

Chorus
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 going down, money stretch a thousand miles (Thousand miles)

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