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letra de stunna? - stunna 4 vegas & c stunna

[intro: stunna 4 vegas]
in my bag still, n-gga (another one)
we put belt to ass just like your dad did, n-gga
(dxnte, you snapped on this one)

[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
they like, “stunna, where you been?” i’m in my bag still, n-gga (i’m in my bag still, n-gga)
throw a perc’ back just like an advil
i bet i get an opp whacked, you know cash k!ll, n-gga
we put belt to ass just like your dad did, n-gga

[verse 1: stunna 4 vegas]
my thirty hangin’ out, n-gga (my thirty hangin’ out)
thirty hangin’ out just like a bad kid (b-tch ass in the house)
know that fire behind me like my adlibs, n-gga
know my folks timin’, get your cap peeled, n-gga
get your head tapped, we goin’ opp huntin’ (come here)
my lil’ n-gga fourteen, he tryna pop somethin’, rob somethin’
take somethin’ down, don’t leavе your car runnin’, n-gga, uh
i still be with jits that’ll take your car from you, n-gga
they likе, “stunna, where you been?” i been out here gettin’ it in
n-gga workin’ ten the ten, ain’t finna diss, i get ’em spinned, n-gga
ayy, p-ssy, i can’t never go and never went (never went)
n-gga make the wrong move, i’ll up this b-tch, go to your kin (bah)
slime say f-ck a n-gga, i’ll k!ll you for my twin, n-gga
kicked a freak b-tch out the crib and told her take it on the chin (to your face, ho)
caught him loafin’ in the whip, he never whipped that b-tch again (bah)
lil’ bro keep a b-tton on his gun, he takin’ chances with the pen’
[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
they like, “stunna, where you been?” i’m in my bag still, n-gga (i’m in my bag still, n-gga)
i can throw a perc’ back just like an advil (i think i need another advil)
i bet i get an opp whacked, you know cash k!ll, n-gga
uh-huh, we put belt to ass just like your dad did, p-ssy (we put belt to ass just like your daddy, n-gga)

[verse 2: c stunna]
boy, i got my name off that stuntin’ sh-t
told my dog to go and get his switch like he on punishment
big dog, lil’ bruh, do you know who you f-ckin’ with?
i can get that food free off face like i signed with wic
i ain’t never been inside the trap, i hit them atms
only time a n-gga pushin’ p is in your ho dm
i don’t care what he or she say, i know that i’m him
up that fire, i ain’t tryna fade ’cause i’m too f-ckin’ trim
if no blood was ever shed, that was not no opp
i was in connors eatin’ good, my ho on lemon drop
i’m too f-ckin’ solid, you’ll never see me talk to cops
big dog, the only n-gga sonnin’ me my f-ckin’ pop
shoes that cost a bag, half my closet cost d-mn near your stash
love a nice fat ass, beef with that ho, that mean i’m tryna clap
jump right in that lab and got to punchin’ like i’m f-ckin’ mad
walked outside in my underwear, that mean i showed my ass

[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
they like, “stunna, where you been?” i’m in my bag still, n-gga
throw a perc’ back just like an advil
i bet i get an opp whacked, you know cash k!ll, n-gga
we put belt to ass just like your dad did, n-gga

- stunna 4 vegas c stunna

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