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stunna 4 vegas - on fye (original version) lyrics

[intro: stunna 4 vegas]
uh, uh
uh, uh
it’s rich youngin, b#tch
coach 41, n#gga (hollo)
stupid ass n#gga (ayy, hollo, turn me up), f#ck, ha, uh

[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
she wan’ see how i live, so i’ma show her
b#tch, i got the bag like i’m a grower
the clip extended, you know it’s showin’
i just popped some perkys, you know i’m rollin’ (i’m rollin’)
mix your bro with exotic, he keep me goin’ (keep me goin’)
big glock on my hip while i perform (boom)
my n#ggas slide on your strip with them heaters on (come here)
stunna on fire, somebody ring the alarm (uh)

[verse 1: stunna 4 vegas]
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, uh
young n#gga came from the apartment (on gang)
i was broke, but still had the gl!ck on my side (i 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 bustin’, he lyin’, he high
he a b#tch, ain’t never slung 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 them racks up (okay)
i’m f#ckin’ that b#tch with my strap and my ice on
big slime, 4x a python
this n#gga touch me and we slidin’ all night long (ha)

[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
she wanna see how i live so i’ma show her
b#tch, i got the bag like i’m a grower
the clip extended, you know it’s showin’
i just popped some perkys, you know i’m rollin’ (i’m rollin’)
mix your bro with exotic, he keep me goin’ (keep me goin’)
big glock on my hip while i perform (boom)
my n#ggas slide on your strip with them heaters on (come here)
stunna on fire, somebody ring the alarm (uh)

[verse 2: polo g]
was stuck in the trenches, got [?] in my hunger
my big time, i’m rich youngin’ like stunna
f#ck a million, new hoes every summer
coupe a b#tch, she don’t count it, i’m younger
hit her once, then i’m blockin’ her number
b#tch, my shooters ain’t lettin’ off jumpers
they ain’t playin’, they put you under
see, we tryna score like the thunder
in that field, we was young and rebellious
can’t let that pressure get too overwhelmin’
hit with that glock, rock him out like i’m elvis
forty bullets gon’ knock off his helmet
dump on a n#gga like ron at the [?]
glizzy ringin’ this b#tch, call it facetime
[?] on a b#tch and her feelings are [?] down
hittin’ this ho with a .40, we gon’ let it slide

- stunna 4 vegas lyrics

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