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letra de yunnnn - stunna 4 vegas

[intro: vonoff1700 & stunna 4 vegas]
merion, you crazy
d-mn, sgt, you made that sh-t?
uh, uh, uh (set)
uh

[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
uh, this sh-t i drop sound like a bomb
say it’s beef, we finna eat
make him a treat, won’t leave a crumb
give a f-ck ’bout where you from
p-ssy, better keep your gun
ayy, ho, i go dnd
b-tch, i be focused on my yun
i sh-t like i got the runs, my brother just got off a ton
i done blew so much of smoke, i think i need another lung
pcp, i beat the freak, lil’ baby start the talking tom
i lay that d and then i leave, i prolly left her p-ssy sprung

[verse 1: stunna 4 vegas]
we finna beat that n-gga drunk, fire in my lap, not in the trunk, dawg
could never fake the funk, these p-ssy n-ggas see i’m pumped
i bet they wanna see me sunk for all them shots that i got summed
my lil’ n-gga ain’t pop some sh-t in a minute, he in a shootin’ slump
we catch fat boy, know he fried, he on the song tellin’ lies
only smoke that n-gga brother, i smoke a lot of the cutie pie
we lay that murder gang down, n-gga, they ain’t gon’ twitter talk
half us feel like bustin’ rounds, f-ck n-gga flat, hold up a sign
ain’t finna bap, i get ya smacked, then i get down, pray to my shrine
she want me to crack that p-ssy open, ricardo way these diamonds shine
i bet we crack his melon open if a b-tch get out of line
and she on melatonin how i knock the p-ssy out
[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
uh, this sh-t i drop sound like a bomb
say it’s beef, we finna eat
make him a treat, won’t leave a crumb
give a f-ck ’bout where you from
p-ssy, better keep your gun
ayy, ho, i go dnd
b-tch, i be focused on my yun
i sh-t like i got the runs, my brother just got off a ton
i done blew so much of smoke, i think i need another lung
pcp, i beat the freak, lil’ baby start the talking tom
i lay that d and then i leave, i prolly left her p-ssy sprung

[verse 2: vonoff1700]
dude got hit in the neck with them switches
we was done with his ass, look like he got hung
all them attempts ain’t nothin’, go catch you a beat
i was doin’ that sh-t when i was young
we spin in a nissan, the fifty and michael
get dripped and we ain’t gon’ be able to run
right now tryna fight, b-tch, i ain’t craig
that n-gga died soon as he swung
only one way right now, dumbass switched
he was hot on the day i got caught with his b-tch
now i do what i want to, p-ssy, i’m rich
i was taught to go k!ll before i diss
i’m swingin’ my door and they shot first
they sweet, i don’t know how they missed
i was chasin’ him down on them drac’ sh-lls
hit his lil’ ass, he was screamin’ like a straight up b-tch
stop playin’, n-ggas know we lay that belt
he was stretched out askin’ for help
glock .19 with body, that’s what he felt
‘fore an opp come do it, i’ll shoot myself
he wanna move right and got left
watch him diss on the gang, after that comes death
i’ll say f-ck rappin’, get out here and step
we went up the four and the o got swept
[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
uh, this sh-t i drop sound like a bomb
say it’s beef, we finna eat
make him a treat, won’t leave a crumb
give a f-ck ’bout where you from
p-ssy, better keep your gun
ayy, ho, i go dnd
b-tch, i be focused on my yun
i sh-t like i got the runs, my brother just got off a ton
i done blew so much of smoke, i think i need another lung
pcp, i beat the freak, lil’ baby start the talking tom
i lay that d and then i leave, i prolly left her p-ssy sprung

- stunna 4 vegas

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