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stunna 4 vegas – big 4x freestyle lyrics

[intro]
ron on the beat, he chopped it
four times, four times
four way, you get this sh-t to go away
stupid

[verse]
that lil’ n-gg- khalick, he poppin’ (uh huh)
watch your freak, she eat, gimme noggin (thot-thot)
i took off in no time
he better not play with big four times
’cause he say it’s beef, we squash it (come here)
lil’ n-gg-, you broke, go see a doctor (get him outta here)
glock need to gimme a sponsor (uh)
i turned up, went harder and harder
’cause i seen it and i won’t go back to the bottom (turn up)
i’m finna sign a deal (uh)
and buy a crib for my mama (yes, sir)
all of my lil’ n-gg-s choppers (on gang)
i’m spendin’ your salary in the mall when i’m shoppin’ (racks)
knew i was the sh-t as a toddler
glock on my hip at the office (pop, pop)
bdb, we ain’t givin’ no offers
these b-tch n-gg-s mad, they probably wanna off us (uh, d-mn)
he probably won’t k!ll me (yeah)
not as nasty, i did ’em filthy (b-tch)
i need a ten or better, i’m picky (ten)
hundred racks for a show, you want me in your city (cash)
ron on the beat, he chopped it (uh)
i came in the booth and k!lled it (k!lled it)
body bag, zip it (murder)
these b-tches pullin’ on my pants, f-ckin’ up my zipper (ooh)
baby told me you a winner (uh)
i came in the goat a beginner
ooh, that lil’ n-gg- colder than winter
these b-tch n-gg-s rats like master splinter (p-ssy)
i just got a paper cut thumbin’ through them racks
went and got straps on my sack, got busy
i won’t diss, y’all whack that n-gg- (come here)
i ain’t savin’ hoes, i ain’t no action figure (no)
i’m big four times (four times), uh-huh
i’m a billion dollar n-gg- (cash)
more money, more problems, n-gg-
i never been stupid, i’m a solve it n-gg- (f-ck)
that lil’ n-gg- four times, stunna 4 vegas the rawest, n-gg- (on gang)
hide your daughters, n-gg- (huh?)
big four times bigger than the carter, n-gg- (haa)
i put my city on my back (uh)
i put some t-tties in my strap (uh)
i paint her face, no mac (uh)
my n-gg-s’ gon’ go i say attack (uh, uh)
she wanna f-ck (uh-huh)
she say i’m flashin’ in racks (come here)
he wanna smoke, let’s match
better come with an army, i’m runnin’ a pack (p-ssy)
we havin’ straps
you would’ve thought i bought these sh-ts from iraq
with equipment attached
watch your b-tch when i’m beatin’ the back (ooh)
who you know come in the game and turn up this crazy?
keep it a stack
oh, n-body like stunna 4 vegas (ha-ha)
f-ck it, frank, we gon’ leave it like that

[outro]
yeah, it’s big four times, stupid

- stunna 4 vegas lyrics

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