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stunna 4 vegas & fat dave – 30’s and 50’s lyrics

[intro: jizzle jefe]
it’s beef? then we slidin’ with .30’s and .50’s
we slimin’ and servin’ the city
sethinthekitchen

[chorus: jizzle jefe]
it’s beef? then we slidin’ with .30’s and .50’s
we slimin’ and servin’ the city
broke, went to cali in love with the ticket
they think it was rappin’, they go in to visit
my n-ggas be blastin’ and blowin’ them sh-ts
ride ’til we die, we gon’ smoke ’til we finished

[post-chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
send smoke, let’s go, we gon’ blow at his fitted
pull up fast like, “i hope that i hit him”
uh, i just got me a fitted
ain’t no scratchin’, i push up, i get to hittin’
give me a push up, stunna be sh-t
we got n-ggas shook up, these n-ggas b-tches
she get on her knees, look up
i lay back, put a foot up
you ain’t on sh-t, n-gga, shut up
n-gga play and we tearin’ the club up

[verse 1: fat dave]
i’m in my green, lawnmower
the pounds got cheat ’cause i know a grower
these n-ggas b-tches, i dare n-ggas show up
he can get shot in the face tryna blow up
ayy, f-ck from the back and i pull on her hair
i’m in the club and i stand on a chair
i’m drippin, woo, ric flair
i broke that b-tch hard and i don’t even care
pop me a perky, i’m high as a b-tch
come f-ck with the gang, we might pay your rent
this n-gga mad ’cause his b-tch on my d-ck
i’m laughin’ ’cause this n-gga broke as sh-t
i’m in the chop, i just bust down a zip
i came from nothin’, i used to sell millions
i know you mad, you work night shift
two-tone glock with the light switch

[verse 2: stunna 4 vegas]
drop a diss and you dyin’ at night, b-tch
i send a hit like i’m sendin’ a kite, b-tch
off the top, stunna don’t write sh-t
i beat that thot like we got in a fight, b-tch
ride that d-ck like a bike, uh
i hit that ho and dip right quick
and, no, we ain’t doin’ no fight, put him up like a flight, we got chicken like tyson’s
these n-ggas bite like tyson
knock ’em all down, strike ’em
pull up in a sprinter like isis
booty soft like a pillow, i like it
uh, these n-ggas rats
can’t beef with ’em, i might get a dykon
pack touchdown, spike it
i’m call the shots like mike vick
knew i would make it, psychic
i’m doin’ shows all year and my opps invited
’cause my bl!ck is my sidekick
n-gga get smoked if he try it

[verse 3: jizzle jefe]
pills, pounds, and the pints in
ayy, my n-ggas lit like lightning
we move around like isis
the opps said that we frightening
i’m in the field like a linebacker
for sure you get k!lled if the slime’s at you
he savin’ his bullets, throw mines at you
the kid, the crip, or my nine-packer?
stunna up now, i’ma sign after
and they gotta come with them m’s
or we might just go take the label off
’cause i’m tryin’ come in that benz
the tag still white, they took the paper off
that b-tch better come with her friends
or we might just go take the neighbors off
i’m not gon’ tell you again
my other b-tch callin’, i might take the call
i know he p-ssed ’cause he still work night shift
jojo gon’ pick up the tag if the price list
i swear i’ma take off the plug if the price switch’

- stunna 4 vegas fat dave lyrics

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