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letra de p shit - stuullo

[chorus: heygwuapo]

i’m in va yuh, yuh
in a v8 yuh, yuh
these n-ggas fake as f-ck
you better watch who you claim yuh, yuh

i’m sick and i’m still going
how the f-ck you n-ggas in the field hoeing
smoking zaza, b-tch i’m still blowing
it’s like two years and i’m still goated

[verse 1: heygwuapo]

i’m still stuck on the grind
you ain’t got money, you ran outta time
i told my momma on god imma shine
don’t f-ck with n-ggas, i f-ck with my slime

that’s why i stay so secluded
you got them guns, so why don’t you shoot it?
i had to f-ck in la actin’ stupid
she got an ego i told that bih ‘cool it’
i feel like nemo, i really be foolin’

she say i’m full of sh-t, baby that’s me
i went to va and bought me a mink
my money tall as f-ck, yao ming
i’m smokin’ za and this wood can’t see
yeah, so i can’t see sh-t
all of my teachers said i wouldn’t be sh-t
you want a feature, you payin’ a fee, sh-t
i feel like gunna, i’m all on my p sh-t
told her i love her, she said that shе love me
but i swear to god on my momma i ain’t mеan it
i’m in a free world, talkin inside of a mic
now my whole clique be shoppin’ in neiman’s

[verse 2: stuullo]

yuh
now imma run up a rack for the fun of it
that b-tch wan’ f-ck, so i’m really gon’ thumb that b-tch
you ain’t no shooter, you really ain’t drummin’ it
i pop me a perky, i’m really gon’ vomit it

hey, yeah, huh, yeah
i got the money, i’m makin’ the bank
that bit’ wanna f-ck, but her cooter, it stank
i’m in new york and i carry my shank

my n-ggas gon’ run it
know we gon’ drum it
nut in her stomach
yeah, yeah
all of y’all n-ggas, y’all mof-ckin’ fake
i’m with the gang, yuh, we give and we take
like, sorry lil’ b-tch, i am not no lil’ saint
i got me a milli’, i go to the bank

you walk in this b-tch, an’ you hear that i crank
i’m smokin’ that gas, you can tell that it stank
this choppa gon’ shoot like a mof-ckin’ tank
we run on his sh-t and we eat and we bake

yeah, she lovin’ lil’ stuullo
he got all the fashion and money
it’s crazy how these hoes gon’ change up

b-tch wanna f-ck me
she tryna go cheat on me
n-gga, you know this lil’ stick gonna flame her

n-gga, you know i got bread like a baker
that’s yo lil’ b-tch, and i swear imma take her
we smoke that n-gga, we call him a vapor
she know i fell in love wit’ all this paper

ran in his house with a g-19 on my hip
yeah, we leavin’ that boy for dead
she wanna ride on my d-ck like a sled
look at my fit, cost an arm and a leg
you dissin’ on me?
what the f-ck did you said?
i’m wit’ yo’ lil’ b-tch, but i use for the head

(yeah x7)

[chorus: heygwuapo]

i’m in va yuh, yuh
in a v8 yuh, yuh
these n-ggas fake as f-ck
you better watch who you claim yuh, yuh

i’m sick and i’m still going
how the f-ck you n-ggas in the field hoeing
smoking zaza, b-tch i’m still blowing
it’s like two years and i’m still goate-

- stuullo

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