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cyber & stuntin – ​​belly dancer lyrics

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[verse: stuntin & cyber ]
lil’ n+gga a what
i keep me a choppa, i keep me a gun
bad ass b+tch only workin’ for funds
this n+gga not jackin’ he still got a gun
bet he won’t shoot that sh+t tho
p+ssy n+gga open the door
glock on me with a holster
finna hit you in yo’ dome
all these n+ggas be cap
you not my homie, you a rat
and you not my gang, not my slatt
i’ll f+ck ya’ b+tch then i move her
steady talkin’ on the crew, huh?
you not my gang if you not a shooter
bad shorty, she so rachette
i’m smokin’ gas thats a habit
n+gga you smokin’ that nic
p+ssy n+gga, where yo’ gun at
better get yo’ f+ckin’ l!ckback
i reuse the verse, but don’t skip that
ahh, ahh, ahh, sh+t
i’m with ya’ b+tch fly like aladdin
she gon’ do what i want, if she in my palace
yo’ b+tch is a gnat, i can’t cuff that lil’ ho
how you finna run when the stick at ya’ dome?
get that monеy in the morning, then double it
pass that ho to my mans, thеn i double it
you a weak ass, weak ass, weak ass b+tch
and you not, on, not on, not on sh+t
shoutout to keon, cause i need them bands
i take ya’ b+tch, then we go out to france
this glock make a motherf+cka’ sing like sza
this glock make yo’ motherf+ckin’ body sizzle
i do not joke around, i am not a riddle
why yo’ b+tch in my dm’s? she tryna fiddle
she tryna feel, on me ’cause i’m f+ckin’ real



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