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letra de stunna - babyk osama

[intro]
yo, come here
ayy, let’s get it
ayy
got a n-gga turnt in the stu’, n-gga
ayy
ayy, man
you al— man
f-ck a n-gga (mob)
b-tch-ass n-gga
come on (mob)
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m on my stunner sh-t, don’t catch a round
i beat the f-ck out n-ggas, then lil’ bruh them lay you down
like, straight to bed, get put to rest, lil’ boy, don’t do nothin’ foul
or i swear to god, lil’ seddy, he ain’t gon’ f-ckin’ ask you why
i’m in the backseat with 17, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout my glock
that’s my f-ckin’ brother, he had me straight when i was in that box
i know some n-ggas, we took they weight, now they all closing shop
a lot of n-ggas wanna leave me stinking, but it’s gon’ take some heart

[verse 1]
like, f-ck you thinkin’? better use your head, n-gga, ‘fore you lose it
get your mans, he out going stupid
oh, man, your n-gga just died and you ain’t gon’ slide, how the f-ck you a shooter?
opp-ass n-gga just hopped on live, been all outside like i ain’t gon’ do it
he calling me p-ssy, get wet like a sewer
i stay on the block and i run with a shooter
[?][0:59] in the kitchen, he makin’ that chicken, the scr-pin’ so loud, it sound like a rooster
wakin’ me up, then i’m back to the usual
i put on my tee and a glock with a ruler
i f-ck with three hoes, red b-tch cuter
stayin’ to the g code, do no telling
folks’ll say ma dukes do voodoo, but i just need this glock to stretch ’em
stand over something
stand for something
fall for nothing
i’ma hit whoever running
first n-gga that i see, i’m dumping
headshots, i don’t want your stomach
red light, he got caught in public
stalk him out, catch him when he clubbing
come here, baby, put d-ck in her tummy
you know she nuttin’
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m on my stunner sh-t, don’t catch a round
i beat the f-ck out n-ggas, then lil’ bruh them lay you down
like, straight to bed, get put to rest, lil’ boy, don’t do nothin’ foul
or i swear to god, lil’ seddy, he ain’t gon’ f-ckin’ ask you why
i’m in the backseat with 17, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout my glock
that’s my f-ckin’ brother, he had me straight when i was in that box
i know some n-ggas, we took they weight, now they all closing shop
a lot of n-ggas wanna leave me stinking, but it’s gon’ take some heart

[verse 2]
b-tch, i got no heart like tony stark
that srt a push to start
but it’s stolen
b-tch, them forty sh-lls hot, go and ask your brodie
b-tch, i knock the doors off f-ckin’ cars and leave it smoking
grab my b-tch by her throat
open wide, now she choke
n-ggas act like hoes, on fake pages out here trolling
money on your head, so to me, that b-tch a trophy
cutter chop your dreads, f-ck you up, you got a [?][2:05]
[?] go to church. but the b-tch was out here loafing
all black, mask on, suited up, you know i [?][2:12]
i don’t take no f-cking cash out, b-tch, it’s cash only
f-ckin’ the sh-t out a b-tch, remember she would she act like she ain’t know me
back the f-ck up, n-gga, don’t act like you don’t know me
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m on my stunner sh-t, don’t catch a round
i beat the f-ck out n-ggas, then lil’ bruh them lay you down
like, straight to bed, get put to rest, lil’ boy, don’t do nothin’ foul
or i swear to god, lil’ seddy, he ain’t gon’ f-ckin’ ask you why
i’m in the backseat with 17, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout my glock
that’s my f-ckin’ brother, he had me straight when i was in that box
i know some n-ggas, we took they weight, now they all closing shop
a lot of n-ggas wanna leave me stinking, but it’s gon’ take some heart

- babyk osama

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