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stunna 4 vegas - on fye lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh
uh, uh
it’s rich youngin’, b-tch
coast 41, n-gga (hollo)
stupid -ss n-gga (ayy, hollo, turn me up), f-ck, ha

[chorus]
she wanna see how i live so i’ma show her
b-tch, i got the bag like i’ma grower
the clip extended, you know i show ’em
i just popped some perkys, you know i’m rollin’
mix your bro with exotic, he keep me going
big glock on my hip while i perform
my n-ggas slide on your strip with them heaters on (come here)
standin’ on fire, somebody ring the alarm (uh)

[verse 1]
hot, b-tch, i’m on fire
i’ma run this sh-t all the way up ’til i die (cash)
play with me, he better not try to (uh)
or you came to get hit with that fire (yeah)
we deep like 300 spartan (yeah)
spark sh-t like the fourth of july (yeah)
young n-gga came from the apartments (on gang)
i was broke, but still had the gl!ck on my side (swear)
a n-gga keep slippin’ get hit on my side
try to spin on my side and we flippin’ the ride, uh (no cap)
he say he bussin’, he lyin’ (he high)
he a b-tch, ain’t never slang iron (what the f-ck?)
i won’t open my mouth, i’ma open fire (boom)
want smoke with us, commit suicide (b-tch)
put d-ck down her throat, tell her, “open wide,” (uh)
she a eater, the ho tryna chew the guys
i bang red, but i’m blue inside
“why you say that?” (uh), my heart cold (ice)
i’m ’bout my chicken like roscoe’s (f-ck)
pressure on they be tuckin’ they taco (where you at?)
marathon, i ran the racks up (okay)
i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch with my strap, my ice on
big slime, four times, a python
this n-gga touch me and we slidin’ all night long (ha)

[chorus]
she wanna see how i live so i’ma show her
b-tch, i got the bag like i’ma grower
the clip extended, you know i show ’em
i just popped some perkys, you know i rollin’
mix your bro with exotic, he keep me going
big glock on my hip while i perform (move)
my n-ggas slide on your sh-t with them heaters on (come here)
standin’ on fire, somebody ring the alarm (uh)

[verse 2]
hot, as f-ck, it’s up like a plane (up)
my lil’ n-gga wanna sustain
he don’t want no smoke, that n-gga want flame
we’ll smoke a n-gga like mary jane (on gang)
g.b.e., i let it bang (bang), bdb, rich youngin’ f-cked up the game (bdb ent), uh
big stunna dope like eddie kane (ha)
said he want my chain, and we want your brain (b-tch, come here)
i spent twenty racks on the case, f-ck that b-tch, i got them racks in the bank (b-tch, i’m havin’ racks)
water my rollie, my wrist in the safe (ice, ice)
flocka-four-times, i go hard in the paint (four times)
blue baby jus’ scr-pe ’em up with that k
smoke a n-gga in public like we in l.a. (come here)
you playin’, get shot in you motherf-ckin’ face
give a f-ck what you heard about back in the day (b-tch) (let’s go)
wherever you want, with it, i won’t show a b-tch no pity
this sh-t easy as cake, b-b-tch, i go bape
they might mistake me for a gorilla (b-tch, i go bake)
chosen one, b-tch, i’ma go get her (on gang)
if i want her, i’ma go get her (huh)
you wanna get k!lled ’bout a ho, n-gga?
nah, i don’t want your ho, n-gga (ha)

[chorus]
she wanna see how i live so i’ma show her
b-tch, i got the bag like i’ma grower (i got the bag)
the clip extended, you know i show ’em
i just popped some perkys, you know i rollin’
mix your bro with exotic, he keep me going
big glock on my hip while i perform (move)
my n-ggas slide on your sh-t with them heaters on (come here)
standin’ on fire, somebody ring the alarm (uh)

- stunna 4 vegas lyrics

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