Guantanamera
Sage The Gemini Feat. Trey Songz Lyrics


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She always complaining, she say I'm a player
Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters
Ballin' at the gym, now who wanna play us
Got a bad bitch, Guantanamera
Whoa Guantanamera
Whoa whoa Guantanamera
Whoa Guantanamera
Hey, hey, Guantanamera

Guantanamera we in Venezuela
I don't know her name but I know where she came from
House so big I can't see my neighbors
I grab em and pass em, you try to save em
Whoa Guantanamera
Ridin' Audis through the hood, you know I be skatin'
Tiptoeing' in my Jordans soon as I lace em
Spent in all at the mall, it was Vuitton she lace 'em
Now I'ma go crazy, now baby you know that your looks are deceiving
I tell all these girl that I'm rich and don't need em and no one believes me
These niggas be mad, I be catching their baby girl looking and peeping
Take her home then I beat it till she sleeping, sleeping

She always complaining, she say I'm a player
Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters
Ballin' at the gym, now who wanna play us
Got a bad bitch, Guantanamera
Whoa Guantanamera
Whoa whoa Guantanamera
Whoa Guantanamera
Hey, hey, Guantanamera

Pull up in a Benz screaming "fuck a hater!"
And nigga I done caught your bitch on an elevator
Nigga I done told your bitch I'ma fuck her later
And she gon' only get this dick, not no fuckin' paper
Vamanos, knock em all down like dominoes
Then I tell em adios
If you got a bad bitch and she suck a good dick
Better lock her pussy down and you call it Guantanamo
Huh, that pussy tryna run, call that cardio
This gon' be a lot of fun, moon turn to the sun
We gon' get it to tomorrow
Spend a couple car notes on a couple bottles
Yo the rich shit don't end
You don't wanna roll all along, tell your homies come on
And it's on, I'ma hit your friend
I'm cool with it if you cool with it
If you suck, spit and you drool with it
And I'ma be up in the hole all day
Guantanamo bay, Trey

She always complaining, she say I'm a player
Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters
Ballin' at the gym, now who wanna play us
Got a bad bitch, Guantanamera
Whoa Guantanamera
Whoa whoa Guantanamera




Whoa Guantanamera
Hey, hey, Guantanamera

Overall Meaning

In Sage the Gemini's song Guanatanamera, the North California rapper boasts about his lavish lifestyle and the women who come with it. He begins the first verse by stating that his girl is always complaining and says he's a player. However, this doesn't stop him from living luxuriously as he drives fast cars and enjoys his success while leaving the haters behind. He is confident in his basketball skills and taunts anyone who wants to challenge him. He then introduces us to a "bad bitch" who he identifies as "Guanatanamera," maybe referring to the classic Cuban folk song of the same name.


The second verse sees Sage in Venezuela, not knowing the name of the woman he is with but aware of her country of origin. He boasts about his home and the number of women he can get, moving on from one to the next. Despite his extravagant lifestyle, he seems to care less about the women he is with as he just hooks up with them and moves on. The chorus repeats itself, and Sage the Gemini seems to revel in his carefree lifestyle, enjoying it as much as he can. Overall, the lyrics of Guantanamera showcase the rapper's bravado and his love for a hedonistic lifestyle while leaving any meaning or message up to interpretation.


Line by Line Meaning

She always complaining, she say I'm a player
He is always getting complaints from his girl, who accuses him of being a player.


Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters
He boasts about his fast cars and indicates that he's not bothered by those who hate him.


Ballin' at the gym, now who wanna play us
He's dominating the game at the gym and is seeking more competitors who can challenge him.


Got a bad bitch, Guantanamera
He has a gorgeous and sexy woman named Guantanamera.


Whoa Guantanamera
This lyric serves as an extra emphasis on how great his woman is.


Whoa whoa Guantanamera
Another lyrical way to add emphasis to her greatness.


Whoa Guantanamera
Additional emphasis and a lyrical shoutout to his fine woman.


Hey, hey, Guantanamera
A more upbeat refrain calling out her name.


Guantanamera we in Venezuela
He and Guantanamera are located in Venezuela.


I don't know her name but I know where she came from
He may not know her real name but he does know where she is from.


House so big I can't see my neighbors
Their house is so massive that it's difficult to see their neighbors.


I grab em and pass em, you try to save em
He casually hooks up with women without the intention of forming a serious relationship, even though others may try to change that.


Ridin' Audis through the hood, you know I be skatin'
He cruises around the neighborhood in his Audi and shows off his smooth driving skills.


Tiptoeing' in my Jordans soon as I lace em
He walks cautiously while wearing his fresh pair of Jordans as if they're very precious to him.


Spent in all at the mall, it was Vuitton she lace 'em
He has no problem spending money and once purchased some Louis Vuitton shoes for someone special.


Now I'ma go crazy, now baby you know that your looks are deceiving
He's going crazy, realizing that someone who seemed innocent is actually manipulative or has some bad intentions.


I tell all these girl that I'm rich and don't need em and no one believes me
He brags about his wealth to women but they don't believe what he says.


These niggas be mad, I be catching their baby girl looking and peeping
Other men get angry when they see him catching the attention of their girlfriends, whom they are trying to keep away from him.


Take her home then I beat it till she sleeping, sleeping
He takes these women home and has sex with them until they fall asleep afterwards.


Pull up in a Benz screaming "fuck a hater!"
He arrives in style in his Mercedes-Benz, shouting out his defiance to those who don't like him.


And nigga I done caught your bitch on an elevator
He brags about having hooked up with someone else's girlfriend on an elevator.


Nigga I done told your bitch I'ma fuck her later
He tells another man's girlfriend that he has plans to have sex with her in the future.


And she gon' only get this dick, not no fuckin' paper
He makes it clear that he isn't interested in giving her anything material, only sexual satisfaction.


Vamanos, knock em all down like dominoes
He tells the girls to leave and claims that he can make all women fall for him like dominoes.


Then I tell em adios
He dismisses them with a simple goodbye.


If you got a bad bitch and she suck a good dick
He advises others to keep a woman who is good in bed and has the potential to be valuable.


Better lock her pussy down and you call it Guantanamo
Men should hold onto their women and have them exclusively, or else they will be like a prisoner in Guantanamo Bay.


Huh, that pussy tryna run, call that cardio
If a woman tries to leave him, he compares it to her trying to run and needing to do some cardio to catch up with her.


This gon' be a lot of fun, moon turn to the sun
Having sex with women is a lot of fun and is as enigmatic as how the moon transitions into the sun.


We gon' get it to tomorrow
Their sexual activity will last until the next day.


Spend a couple car notes on a couple bottles
He's willing to spend money on purchasing some drinks.


Yo the rich shit don't end
He asserts that having wealth never gets old.


You don't wanna roll all along, tell your homies come on
He invites his friends to join him since they wouldn't want to miss all the action.


And it's on, I'ma hit your friend
He's ready to hook up with one of your friends.


I'm cool with it if you cool with it
He doesn't see any issues with hooking up with his girl's friends if she is okay with it.


If you suck, spit and you drool with it
He's comfortable having oral sex and doesn't mind if his partner drools or spits on him.


And I'ma be up in the hole all day
He'll keep having sex all day long.


Guantanamo bay, Trey
A reference to his earlier lyrics about keeping a woman in Guantanamo Bay.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: TREMAINE NEVERSON, MARK NILAN, PAULO RODRIGUEZ, DOMINIC WOODS

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Lyrics:

She always complaining, she say I'm a player
Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters
Ballin' at the gym, now who wanna play us
Got a bad bitch, Guantanamera
Whoa Guantanamera
Whoa whoa Guantanamera
Whoa Guantanamera
Hey, hey, Guantanamera

Guantanamera we in Venezuela
I don't know her name but I know where she came from
House so big I can't see my neighbors
I grab em and pass em, you try to save em
Whoa Guantanamera
Ridin' Audis through the hood, you know I be skatin'
Tiptoeing' in my Jordans soon as I lace em
Spent in all at the mall, it was Vuitton she lace 'em
Now I'ma go crazy, now baby you know that your looks are deceiving
I tell all these girl that I'm rich and don't need em and no one believes me
These niggas be mad, I be catching their baby girl looking and peeping
Take her home then I beat it till she sleeping, sleeping

She always complaining, she say I'm a player
Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters
Ballin' at the gym, now who wanna play us
Got a bad bitch, Guantanamera
Whoa Guantanamera
Whoa whoa Guantanamera
Whoa Guantanamera
Hey, hey, Guantanamera

Pull up in a Benz screaming "fuck a hater!"
And nigga I done caught your bitch on an elevator
Nigga I done told your bitch I'ma fuck her later
And she gon' only get this dick, not no fuckin' paper
Vamanos, knock em all down like dominoes
Then I tell em adios
If you got a bad bitch and she suck a good dick
Better lock her pussy down and you call it Guantanamo
Huh, that pussy tryna run, call that cardio
This gon' be a lot of fun, moon turn to the sun
We gon' get it to tomorrow
Spend a couple car notes on a couple bottles
Yo the rich shit don't end
You don't wanna roll all along, tell your homies come on
And it's on, I'ma hit your friend
I'm cool with it if you cool with it
If you suck, spit and you drool with it
And I'ma be up in the hole all day
Guantanamo bay, Trey

She always complaining, she say I'm a player
Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters
Ballin' at the gym, now who wanna play us
Got a bad bitch, Guantanamera
Whoa Guantanamera
Whoa whoa Guantanamera
Whoa Guantanamera
Hey, hey, Guantanamera



All comments from YouTube:

Nina Mudra

Sage never disappoints me☺️😜

Timoci

Nina Mudra (Y)

onlythe family

:-)

CHIP BOSS COSTELLO

Nina Mudra :-)

keith harris

I fear i'll never be able to engineer a song this clean and well balanced....sigh...

Jane Hall

This has to become a hit. I liked it immediately when I heard it. None of that growing on you thing after you hear it 50 times on radio.

Slushii

Omg , i need more songs like this one 😮❤

Kristin Ross

This is my new favourite song. Keep up the good work Sage the Gemini!! :) :*

brandonhill111

The bass in this song is insane

K Jd

I bet you creepy wanna be bassy don't even have a epicenter or bass system in what ever you drive

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