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letra de stunt n!gga - beat king

[pre-chorus:]
everytime they see us
they know we stuntin’
everytime they see us
they know we stuntin’
swag all in the [?]
the floor, we stuntin’

[chorus:]
hold up
yeah
hold up
throw money on a b-tch[x4]
pop ma left hand up throw money[x4]
hold up

[verse 1:]
pull up to the club in a tarantula (spider)
lamborghini doors give em asthma (watch it)
yo baby mama blowin up ma phone
but she ain’t got good head so i don’t answer her
throw that -ss, b-tch k!ll her
she pop her pussy and she got her crew with her
her homegirls bout that living
they on molly i know what to do wid em
b-tch throw that -ss up, yea turn up
b-tch throw that -ss up if you a [?]
look at all them lame b-tches hatin on you
they go’n talk shit but they won’t run up
club girl love a freak ho
b-tch i wanna see you do it on the d-ck
if you got an -ss like molly i don’t wanna see you strip
ho tis levels to this shit (flat)
i ain’t gotta see a lot of [?]
if that booty real i wanna feel
b-tch pop that pussy lemme see
throw that -ss up, throw that -ss then repeat it
she got a lot of tattooes on her legs
i heard she a fool with the head
she a pole k!lla, she’s not a twerker
head down -ss up n-gg- throw her something
hold up

[pre-chorus:]
everytime they see us
they know we stuntin’
(club god, k!ll’it)
everytime they see us
they know we stuntin’
(hold up, hold up)
swag all in the [?]
the floor, we stuntin’
(htown)

[chorus:]
hold up
yeah
hold up
throw money on a b-tch[x4]
pop ma left hand up throw money[x4]
hold up

[verse 2:]
i walk up in the club and all these on my d-ck
i’m throwin up a lot of money and now she’s looking on my wrist
i tell her molly’s in my benz and now she wanna suck ma d-ck
i tell her keep that pussy poppin’ and imma make her f-ckin’ rich
b-tch work that f-ckin’ pole, climb up and hold then let it go
then buss it open on the floor then bring it back and touch your toes
hold up you know these n-gg-s broke
you know you wanna f-ck a boss
you know i got the f-cking paper
and i’m never fallin off
club godzilla
hold up
she want more bread
throw them bands at her forehead
throw that pussy back like a frisbee
baller i is be, and so is my -ssociate
take summer gang flex forever
you got a bad b-tch, i got several
these hoes call me club godzilla
ain’t no other n-gg- trilla except that n-gg- that’s from thriller (heeh)
hold up

[pre-chorus]

[chorus]

- beat king

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