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stunna 4 vegas - lou will lyrics

[intro]
bee, bee
4x, 4 way, you get this sh-t the glo way
4x
4x, uh, uh
free glo
free curry
dj lil sprite on the track
uh, uh

[chorus]
i’m the one and i shoot like lou will (score)
i’m bleedin’, like they cut off my fingers
conceited, i like countin’ blue bills (cash)
that lil’ n-gga bald like lil’ bill (ball)
say you a k!ller, we don’t know who you is (uh-uh)
he touchin’ that fire in real life he won’t shoot sh-t (the f-ck)
freaky, i might just pull up with a new b-tch (uh-uh)
like i got a fever, i’m too sick (hot)

[verse 1]
i’m bussin’ (bussin’), she rollin’ (ooh)
off this perc’, we gon’ f-ck ’til the morning (ooh)
i got her runnin’ and moanin’, from the d-ck
come here, lil’ ho, where you goin’? (come here)
she cold, i’m icy (ice)
i came in this b-tch, it start snowing (huh)
n-gga claim he don’t like me, he wan’ be just like me
act like a opp, he a fan i know it (ha)
they wanna see me fall (uh)
d-ck in the dirt, they won’t knock me off (uh-uh)
before that i’ma k!ll ’em all
i drop, i drop a bag and get rid of y’all (hey, b-tch get ’em outta here)
that b-tch wanna f-ck me raw (thot, thot)
put my hand up her skirt when she top me off
we rockin’ with glocks like it’s mardi gras
n-gga think with yo head ‘fore we saw it off
she sucked the d-ck ’til her jaws locked (uh, uh)
you would’ve thought she was on molly rock
wan’ f-ck me? better look like a barbie doll
i had to cut some n-ggas off ’cause they wasn’t ready when gangsta sh-t start poppin’ off
b-tch, you know i’m dope like fentanyl
my lil’ n-ggas lift up then let him off
anyone who an opp, i pray for y’all (boom)
open fire with this glock, and spray all of y’all (boom, boom, boom, boom)

[verse 2]
ayy, b-tch, i love countin’ blue bills (racks)
she a freak, she just swallowed the blue pill (freak)
she wanna f-ck on the guys, she like, “yo crew lit”
we push up out of the bed hoppin’ out in some new sh-t (skrr)
like dj drop my new sh-t (the latest)
the youngin’ be draped in the new sh-t (hey)
my old ho ain’t got sh-t on my new b-tch (uh-uh)
i catch an opp, i gotta get me a new stick (f-ck, f-ck)
pull up with this mac, who you with? (who you with?)
they knockin’ you off and who you with (come here)
you know i got that nike, just do it (check)
no advance, b-tch, i been ran through it (uh-uh)
i’m the man these lil’ n-ggas influenced
hundred grand in a month i blew it (on gang)
pay you late, you stank manure, sewer
time ‘fore time what the f-ck was he doing? (ha)
b-tch, i came up from the cement (uh)
she tryna catch my s-m-n (thot, thot)
ho tryna k!ll my kids
i’m tryna make the opps meet the reaper
god on my side but i be with demons
f-ck the stack 2020 i might get a demon
b-tch, i’m blowin’ racks at neiman’s (racks)
my lil’ n-ggas blow opps for no reason
oh, we wet sh-t and stretch sh-t
we tryna send shots not a message (f-ck)
keep this glock, b-tch, i’m very protected
me and my bodyguard getting active together (no cap)
b-tch play and we step on whoever (on gang)
who want it, n0body, who better than stunna? (whole time)
lil’ 4x, b-tch, i seen several of them
you lil’ n-ggas need to get it together
stupid

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