Video Sex God de Gunna 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Gunna - Sex God Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Havin' sex, havin' sex
Havin' sex, havin' sex
Havin' sex, havin' sex
Havin' sex, havin' sex
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Made it up, it wasn't luck (Uh-huh)
I grind hard, she want lust
I fuck her hard until I bust
A sex god, two hand touch
Her sex rough, we never rush
I could've cuffed, I'm in her gut
All in her sides, we goin' up
Sex with the vibes

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Hangin' on top of the mountain
Feel like I can't do nothin' without
Take you off the bed and let's have sex on the couches
Three rounds of good sex and you still ain't exhausted
Swear that pussy red like I'm swimming with dolphins
Hold hundrеds to my ears, hate when brokе niggas talkin'
Put an AP on your wrist, now I know you feel bossy
Been to LA on a jet, had to yo order boss
And my life been colossal
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jumpin' off the top of the jet
Love how you keep it together
I throwed her like a frisbee and catch her
My homie just now told me "Get at her"
Ballin', I put her in a Rollie, Rollie (Yeah)
I keep her in the nosebleed, nosebleed
Ballin' like Ginóbili, all type of sex
Put it on her back, keep it on the head, yeah
Bom-biggie-bom, let me dig in your bed
We drunk as fuck, she gon' hit it on her head
I'll buy you rocks you let me tap it on your whole head
I clean up nice, so I got bitches under my forehead
Baguettes on watches and my children got on Rolex's
Hunt you, baby, function, baby
Will you hump me, baby? Freaky-deeky
Monkey, see me, do it like ZZ (Yeah)
Ashton, Ashton (Yeah)
Exchange money, money (Yeah)
It's just a Barbie, run it
Let's chase bags, baby
Started from the bottom to the top
Field goal, you a rasta? Hell no (Ayy)
Don't wanna stop, cased closed
No fair game, G quote
[Chorus: Gunna]
Made it up, it wasn't luck (Uh-huh)
I grind hard, she want lust
I fuck her hard until I bust
A sex god, two hand touch
Her sex rough, we never rush
I could've cuffed, I'm in her gut
All in her sides, we goin' up
Sex with the vibes