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stunna 4 vegas - punch me in 5 lyrics

[intro: stunna 4 vegas & dababy]
yes, sir (yes, sir)
uh, stupid (coast 41)
it’s coast 41 (billion dollar baby entertainment)
it’s big stunna (rich)
ha, uh, uh
firzt back like he left or somethin’

[chorus]
she throw that -ss back like a flea-fl!cker (thot, thot)
young rich n-gga, ho, i ain’t no -ss kisser (uh)
you know i’m havin’ that bag (you know i’m havin’ that bag)

[verse]
havin’ my shorties come get on your -ss (come here)
we strapped, and ready to clash
what’s beef? we get in, go fast, n-gga (uh)
she keep asking ’bout my past
i told that b-tch, “i’m nothin’ like your last n-gga,” (move)
she a big ole freak like megan thee stallion (wow), i’m tryna beat her down (beat her down), uh
lil’ b-tch said she diggin’ my style, she ain’t been wit’ a g like me in a while
i know you hear me ’cause i’m smokin’ loud (gas), my neighbors beggin’ me to turn it down (uh)
it’s smoke, let’s go, don’t give me a run-around
lil’ n-gga, i ride wit’ a hunnid rounds (brr)
big speaker like bagg, big stepper like gates
if i said the word, he get put on a plate (uh-huh)
got beef with me, n-gga walkin’ with faith
they might think i’m wayne ’cause i rock out with drake
all bark, no bite, boy, you just in the way
where opps? on sight, boy i ain’t finna play with no n-gga
i suggest you to play with your bae (on gang), shoot ’em in, i’m swingin’ the k (grrah)
like i play in the major league, i done had every gun, from a to z
b-tch boy, don’t play with me
k!llers to my left and right, they stay with me
this g-l-o-c-k with me (yeah), say he gon’ rob me, that make-believe (huh?)
my lil’ n-gga up that b-tch faithfully
nut in your b-tch face and f-ck up her maybelline
we, rock out, shows, i got ’em sold out (yes sir)
i got the city sewed up, we hit your block then skate like woah, bounce
we pop out, i go where i want, it’s never unannounced
he movin’ wrong, we gun ’em down (bop)
play tough, do that from the underground
she blushin’, she say she crushin’ (thot, thot)
she love it when i come around, uh, ooh, uh
i’m hittin’ this ho from the back
what you hear? a punchin’ sound (uh, uh)
she runnin’ off, think she can’t handle me, uh
ho, you know i f-ck like an animal
ho, you know i could smoke your n-gga like he cannabis
this big four-oh (get ’em outta here), on my waist right now
so i can’t do no dancin’ (i can’t)
the stick my ho, we romantic, uh
put a scope on that b-tch, it look fancy (bop, bop)
i blew like a bomb, landed (yeah)
lil’ freak like you eye candy (okay)
my boy sniffs the icarly (yeah)
b-tch, i’m a villain like charles manson (i swear), on fire
y’all panic (ha), you n-ggas ain’t steppin’, they jaw ramblin’
ain’t no cappin’, this sh-t is too authentic (no cap)
knew i would win ’cause i put my heart in it (yeah), uh
and that’s a fendi fact (yeah), i go broke, i run up on you like give me that (yeah, yeah)
got a stick with a stick attached to it, n-gga play and i’m givin’ that to him

[chorus]
she throw that -ss back like a flea-fl!cker
rich n-gga, ho, i ain’t no -ss kisser
she like, “you having that bag, n-gga” (okay)
“why you ain’t buy me no bag, n-gga?”
i’m too player, a pimp, a street n-gga (yeah)
i’ll tell you what, bring a friend with ya
i’ll have a meet and greet with you
y’all better eat —-, like y’all eat dinner, uh-huh (uh, uh, uh)

[outro]
it’s four times (yeah), but this punch me in five (this punch me in five)
i can’t pay attention to you hatin’ from the sideline
i take his b-tch then pop a perc’ and k!ll that p-ssy nine times (uh, uh, uh)
it’s “bang, bang,” and, “grrah, grrah,” we ain’t go for the ra-ra (on gang)

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