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[intro]
oh, this nice, funky

[verse 1: fat dave]
beat up the dope, i whip in the pyrex (beat it up)
big -ss bullets, would take down a jet
lil’ -ss n-gga and i’m a t-rex
finger it with my hand like a shelf
i’m in the kitchen, i feel like [?]
these n-ggas be broke, they need help
spank a n-gga, might take off my belt
slide with this tec, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout kels

[verse 2: stunna 4 vegas]
should i get og or do it myself?
pull up from [?] like steph
he do the wrong thing, he get left
won’t talk, white chalk, i ain’t wastin’ my breath
and don’t gotta step, i put some racks on your head
your life will be gone for a check
she know i’m a dog, f-ck it, i’m f-ckin’ her raw
send big stunna to the vet

[verse 3: fat dave]
i’m in the booth on the [?]
and i drink lean out a can
and i smoke gas out of air
you run up on me, send shots to your head
big -ss bullet and it feel like a missile
get me a pack and i’m kickin’, jujitsu
knock haters down make him [?] like he flippin’

[verse 4: stunna 4 vegas]
i turned a good ho to a stripper
ayy, shut the f-ck up, give me head
uh, i sleep with that .55 in bed
these n-ggas soft like ted
boy, you would get off of what you said
uh, get the pounds off, jimmy [?]
f-ck n-gga, you sweet, gingerbread
i hit a b-tch, then leave her
have us smokin’ cigarettes

[verse 5: fat dave]
hopped in the game, now it’s over
booty go, “bang, bang,” like a sosa
catch him down bad, do his -ss like barbosa
i’m tryna slime some like a cobra
k!llin’ your b-tch with her legs on my shoulder
walk in the mall and they smelling the odor
catch me a body and ride back to notre

[verse 6: stunna 4 vegas]
lil’ bro pop his top like a canned soda
ho, get in my way and get ran over
uh, that lil’ n-gga cold, minnesota
i poured a four in the soda
uh, i hit your ho, and then i’m gone
right back to that bag, i cannot lay with no [?]
i don’t sleep with no cats in the early mornin’

[verse 7: fat dave]
when i shoot with the drac’, you know i ain’t gon’ miss
slide on his block, i ain’t sendin’ a diss

[outro: fat dave & stunna 4 vegas]
f-ckin’ that lil’ thot, she gon’ eat up the d-ck
n-ggas be hatin’ and ain’t with the drip
i’m in this booth with a fully loaded clip
n-gga try me, i’ma hit
man, hit his -ss
f-ckin’ that lil’ thot
i get that lean by the [?]
[?] shoot sh-t up
ayy, i’ma shoot it up
you shoot at nothin’
b-tch, why you move front?
uh, you mean?
you ain’t gon’ do nothin’
p-ssy

- stunna 4 vegas fat dave

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