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letra de stunt - chief keef

[intro]
yeah
4s 6s, deuces and fifties
balanos, forgis, 34s you trippin
8 tvs ashantis
ferraris, bugattis, mercelagos, lambs
aye aye aye

[verse 1]
now i’m always spending, these b-tches always grinding
if i send my youngins at ya then i gave yo ass a fifty
if i send doowopski at ya then he gave yo ass a sixty
put ya forehead in yo ass and leave yo face placed in them p-sses
i’m ridin on macaulay i’m rich like richie richie
you ain’t gonna kick it? hold on hold on hoe get busy
want my bl–dy bridges when i store a hundred cities
now my crib like a museum and these b-tches come to visit
rolling loud in la because i can’t go to london
i am from the midwest but this b-tch say i sound country
say she gettin’ money so we about to have a contest
if you get more money, baby congrats on your success
you better wear a hat cause these n-ggas out here stuntin
say they aspiration was to tour around the country
try to get some money honey, not on me lil ugly
i stunt all through the winter and i ball out when it’s summer
[hook]
i’mma stunt this summer, i’mma roll me a wood and stunt in front ya
posted on yo block cut the trunk up homie, yeah, then i stunt on homie yeah
i’mma stunt this summer, i’mma roll me a wood and stunt in front ya
posted on yo block cut the trunk up homie, yeah, then i stunt on homie yeah

[verse 2]
ferraris and ferraris
but you know nothing ’bout it
you still stuck in the projects with no money in yo pocket
i seen you at the yachty, you still ain’t got no car yet?
you finally sent your homeboy car, man that sh-t crazy
man that’s some deep sh-t, so i’ma say some weak sh-t
yo b-tch p-ssy so deep, like a chicago digit
b-tches in the lambs, b-tches in the ‘rarris
gang off the dope, b-tches off the molly
b-tches in the lobby, we kickin’ just like sake
i pull up countin’ sake sake benihanna bache
sosa sosa sosa, call me sosa deveoci
million dollar man, call me sosa lamborushi
forgis 9-11 on that m6-50 rocket, all these f-ckin’ money i’ma need like 50 pockets
porsh 9-11 on that m6-50 rocket, so many rockets, don’t make me shoot your partner

- chief keef

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