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babyk osama – stunna lyrics

[intro]
yo, come here
ayy, let’s get it
ayy
got a n+gga turnt in the stu’, n+gga
ayy
ayy, man
you al— man
f+ck a n+gga (mob)
b+tch+ass n+gga
come on (mob)
[chorus]
b+tch, i’m on my stunner sh+t, don’t catch a round
i beat the f+ck out n+ggas, then lil’ bruh them lay you down
like, straight to bed, get put to rest, lil’ boy, don’t do nothin’ foul
or i swear to god, lil’ seddy, he ain’t gon’ f+ckin’ ask you why
i’m in the backseat with 17, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout my glock
that’s my f+ckin’ brother, he had me straight when i was in that box
i know some n+ggas, we took they weight, now they all closing shop
a lot of n+ggas wanna leave me stinking, but it’s gon’ take some heart

[verse 1]
like, f+ck you thinkin’? better use your head, n+gga, ‘fore you lose it
get your mans, he out going stupid
oh, man, your n+gga just died and you ain’t gon’ slide, how the f+ck you a shooter?
opp+ass n+gga just hopped on live, been all outside like i ain’t gon’ do it
he calling me p+ssy, get wet like a sewer
i stay on the block and i run with a shooter
[?][0:59] in the kitchen, he makin’ that chicken, the scr+pin’ so loud, it sound like a rooster
wakin’ me up, then i’m back to the usual
i put on my tee and a glock with a ruler
i f+ck with three hoes, red b+tch cuter
stayin’ to the g code, do no telling
folks’ll say ma dukes do voodoo, but i just need this glock to stretch ’em
stand over something
stand for something
fall for nothing
i’ma hit whoever running
first n+gga that i see, i’m dumping
headshots, i don’t want your stomach
red light, he got caught in public
stalk him out, catch him when he clubbing
come here, baby, put d+ck in her tummy
you know she nuttin’
[chorus]
b+tch, i’m on my stunner sh+t, don’t catch a round
i beat the f+ck out n+ggas, then lil’ bruh them lay you down
like, straight to bed, get put to rest, lil’ boy, don’t do nothin’ foul
or i swear to god, lil’ seddy, he ain’t gon’ f+ckin’ ask you why
i’m in the backseat with 17, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout my glock
that’s my f+ckin’ brother, he had me straight when i was in that box
i know some n+ggas, we took they weight, now they all closing shop
a lot of n+ggas wanna leave me stinking, but it’s gon’ take some heart

[verse 2]
b+tch, i got no heart like tony stark
that srt a push to start
but it’s stolen
b+tch, them forty sh+lls hot, go and ask your brodie
b+tch, i knock the doors off f+ckin’ cars and leave it smoking
grab my b+tch by her throat
open wide, now she choke
n+ggas act like hoes, on fake pages out here trolling
money on your head, so to me, that b+tch a trophy
cutter chop your dreads, f+ck you up, you got a [?][2:05]
[?] go to church. but the b+tch was out here loafing
all black, mask on, suited up, you know i [?][2:12]
i don’t take no f+cking cash out, b+tch, it’s cash only
f+ckin’ the sh+t out a b+tch, remember she would she act like she ain’t know me
back the f+ck up, n+gga, don’t act like you don’t know me
[chorus]
b+tch, i’m on my stunner sh+t, don’t catch a round
i beat the f+ck out n+ggas, then lil’ bruh them lay you down
like, straight to bed, get put to rest, lil’ boy, don’t do nothin’ foul
or i swear to god, lil’ seddy, he ain’t gon’ f+ckin’ ask you why
i’m in the backseat with 17, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout my glock
that’s my f+ckin’ brother, he had me straight when i was in that box
i know some n+ggas, we took they weight, now they all closing shop
a lot of n+ggas wanna leave me stinking, but it’s gon’ take some heart

- babyk osama lyrics

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