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fukumean Lyrics
Artist: Gunna
"Fukumean" by Gunna dives into themes of self-assuredness, opulence, and dominance wiyhin the rap scene. The track features Gunna's confident declaration against those questioning his status, coupled with an unapologetic showcase of his lavish lifestyle and achievements.
The chorus "Fuck you mean?" is Gunna's confrontational stance, questioning anyone who doubts his capabilities or achievements. It reflects his irritation with skeptics and his dismissal of their doubts. This line, along with the test of the song, encapsulates Gunna's journey to fame, emphasizing the luxurious life he now enjoys, symbolized by references to high-end cars like the Bentley Spur and his effortless lifestyle despite the "weight and size" of his success.
Verses in the song highlight Gunna's extravagant lifestyle, his sexual exploits, and his dominance in the music industry. He talks about indulging in lean (syrup) as a form of relaxation and showcases his wealth, capable of splurging on himself and his companions. These lyrics paint a picture of Gunna's position in a circle of successful individuals, further cementing his place at the top of the game.
Overall, "Fukumean" is a celebration of success and confidence, with Gunna using the track to assert his dominance in the rap industry and inspire listeners to pursue their dreams. The song serves as a testament to his journey, embodying the confidence and success he has achieved.
fukumean Lyrics
fukumean by Gunna
f**k you mean?
Young Gunna Wunna back, callin' me splurge
Watch me jump right off the curb
Bentley Spur fly like a bird
Spin on the first and the third
Solid, I'm keepin' my word
Can't be my equal, I don't know what you heard
Crank up the foreign, I swerve
Keep me a stick if they purge
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
f**k you mean?
Young Gunna Wunna, they workin' my nerves
I'm about to pour up some syrup
f**king this b**ch like a perv'
Smack from the back, grab her perm
Ice, the burr, uh, sh*ttin' on all you lil' turds
Can't take that dick, wait your turn
In my own lane, we can't merge
Suck with no hands, you can learn
Let's see how much you can earn
Watch me go big like the Worm
And I ain't smokin' no sherm
I'm in this b**ch with P Litty
QP, QP-ski
All of my b**ches is pretty, they showin' they titties, it's up to the ceilin'
I let her run through a million, I rock with her really, let's f**k on a billion
I'ma get down to the gritty, then f**k up the city, the home of the villains
Ecstasy, wonderful feelin'
Smoke out the pound when I'm chillin'
Trappin', I made me a killin'
Look, I got everybody wishin'
I hope you play your position
I don't want nobody listenin'
I see the ho with precision
Get rich my only decision
f**k you mean?
Young Gunna Wunna back, callin' me splurge
Watch me jump right off the curb
Bentley Spur fly like a bird
Spin on the first and the third
Solid, I'm keepin' my word
Can't be my equal, I don't know what you heard
Crank up the foreign, I swerve
Keep me a stick if they purge
f**k you mean?
f**k you mean?
Yeah
Yeah
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