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letra de 50 cent (demo) - stunna 4 vegas & getrichzay

lyrics from snippet

[intro: getrichzay]
yup (noisy on the beat)
hol’ up, wait, b-tch, i’m finna talk my sh-t (yup)
gun so godd-mn big, i swear it be hard to tuck my bl!ck (d-mn)
yup, don’t pull that felon, lil’ n-gga, you don’t wanna make my list (uh-uh)
nah, come on

[chorus: getrichzay]
gave my junkie a hit ’cause he a professional with that b-tch like gretzky
in miami i feel like plies, i’m chillin’ at the rest (miami)
yeah, call luhreece, he ready, check a opp just like some mix (ayy, luhreece)
yup, p-ssy tried to hide, too bad we seen him through the tint (aight, come on)
i swear my opps be broke as h-ll, my shoe be costin’ n-ggas rent (b-tch, nah, aight, come on)
this b-tch just text sayin’ she lovе me, i text her back, “you got mе bent” (what?)
yup, we gon’ get they lo’, push on they block soon as we see (let’s go)
swear i’m gon’ get rich or die tryin’, i’m goin’ out like 50 cent (aight, come on, on my mama)

[verse: getrichzay]
yeah, we gon’ cap outside his crib like we came with some tints
yeah, n-ggas be so d-mn p-ssy when they see me, they be timids (get down)
you can ask my mama, i moved to east pilot street and i’ve been thuggin’ since (ayy, east pilot)
b-tch, i feel like 2pac ’cause i ball above the rim (aight, come on)
yup, ayy, my brother say, “f-ck them”, so i say, “f-ck them” (f-ck them)
yup, b-tch, i’m out in l.a., eatin’ steak with cutt ‘nem (cutt ‘nem)
yup, dare a n-gga to try me, i tweak how quick i bust him (boom)
i say (bah, bah, bah), “i dare a n-gga to try me and watch how quick i touch him” (uh-uh, yup)
[chorus: getrichzay & stunna 4 vegas]
gave my junkie a hit ’cause he a professional with that b-tch like gretzky (hit, hit, hit)
in miami i feel like plies, i’m chillin’ at the rest (miami)
yeah, call luhreece, he ready, check a opp just like some mix (ayy, luhreece, blatt)
yup, p-ssy tried to hide, too bad we seen him through the tint (come on)
i swear my opps be broke as h-ll, my shoe be costin’ n-ggas rent (nah, aight, come on)
this b-tch just text sayin’ she love me, i text her back, “you got me bent” (what?)
yup, we gon’ get they lo’, push on they block soon as we see (let’s go)
swear i’m gon’ get rich or die tryin’, i’m goin’ out like 50 cent (uh, uh, uh, uh, aight, come on, on my mama)

[verse 2: stunna 4 vegas]
rap n-gga sellin’ me woof, that sh-t got his brother spent (come on)
yup, touch up the whip with .308s, leave way more than a dip (boom, boom, boom, boom)
b-tch, we havin’ drums like 808s, everybody got a switch (n-gga, get down)
uh, swear i’ma get rich just like zay (fft), if i don’t (fft), i rob like flip (go)
i can’t pull on that fire, then wait too much sh-t (what else?)
you can see my eyes, i up with this b-tch (blatt)
look it in my eyes (blatt), ain’t tellin’ no lies, i bet a rich n-gga get left on his d-ck (blatt, blatt)
we terrrorize his block, then dip (come on)
n-gga, you ain’t up that fire and cl!ck
uh-huh, i treat the beef just like the beat, just turn it on a tee (bah)
uh, i drop the bands on taliban, he check ’em off my list (get ’em outta there)
yup, the way the chopstick spit, you would’ve thought it had a lip (fft, fft)
uh, soon as a n-gga f-ck n-gga try me, bet his ass get carried ’bout six
uh, i ain’t finna drop no diss, a b-tch n-gga go be right under my kicks (under a shirt, shh)
i ain’t tryna beef on that ‘net (no), i’m tryna get me a rap n-gga blitzed (gang)
before i be a rapper and f-ck with a rapper, i’ll f-ck me a rap n-gga b-tch
i’m not like rappers, i bust me a rapper, won’t catch me without my stick (catch with a stick)
what you mean, “like a rapper”? i really get active, my young n-gga go in your sh-t (go)
[outro: stunna 4 vegas]
junkie a hit and he a professional with that b-tch like gretzky
in miami i feel like plies, i’m chillin’ at the rest
call lil tay, he ready to check a opp just like some mix
better do hidin’

- stunna 4 vegas getrichzay

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