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letra de stendo - stunna legend

ion even call it drive by′s i just call it spinning
riding around with a extended clip inside my bl!cky
i’m f-cking this b-tch from houston h-ll nawl she ain′t whitney
i don pulled up in a porsche and left in a infinity
all i keep is big bills i just the gate with all of em wimme
inna hood with all the shooters all we do is gang activity
n-gga you a hoe stop all that talking and captivity
i’ll really evict they trap like they ain’t never pay utility

i be in the field but they want me in court
i keep me a fye yea i keep me a torch
i was like ten when i jumped off the porch
you tried to but got hit by the door
i was broke now i can drip in dior
i was drowning but now i′m on shore
n-ggas be posting money but be poor
n-ggas be really dying bout a wh0re
i feel like i′m micheal jackson n-gga im a smooth criminal
i wasn’t gone do you that bad but n-gga it′s the principle
yall whole gang out bad n-gga that sh-t pitiful
these n-ggas just cap in raps
all they songs fictional
i had to turn up the heat
they can’t name a n-gga f-cking with me
expose a n-gga ya he really police
boy yo side is not my side you from the south but not the flat
i′m in the hood right by the nat
i know i’m good wherever i′m at cuz this glock got my back
how you in the streets without not strap
but tammat guns all in yo raps
these n-ggas so cap
i know the life i live i can’t lack and i did sh-t i can’t take back
i don took losses i don lost racks

ion even call it drive by′s i just call it spinning
riding around with a extended clip inside my bl!cky
i′m f-cking this b-tch from houston h-ll nawl she ain’t whitney
i don pulled up in a porsche and left in a infinity
all i keep is big bills i just the gate with all of em wimme
inna hood with all the shooters all we do i gang activity
n-gga you a hoe stop all that talking and captivity
i′ll really evict they trap like they ain’t never pay utility

i hope they don′t hit em with a rico but i know that he gone beat it
ima big dog like debo but ian never get no beating
keep shooting until i reload stop his ass from breathing
ian never let this pain show my heart was lowkey bleeding
i had a feeling you was gone do me wrong i seen visions of you leaving

i need eyes onna back of my head they gone try to back stab me
i need a tape recorder to see what they say when i leave
ion want that b-tch abort her ion want no fake love around me

ima beat the beat until the beat gone then ima keep on preaching
i turn my back you see the vlone they come around when they need me
every opp don got a headstone they patna nem retreating
(then n-ggas fleeing)

- stunna legend

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