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stunna 4 vegas - questions lyrics

[intro]
uh, gang gang in this b-tch
you ain’t havin’ no paper problems
you ain’t havin’ a lot of hater problems
rich, huh?

[verse 1]
they like, “stunna, who the hottest?”
me, i’m just being honest
i in there like d-ck riders
if he ain’t gang, he can’t sit beside us
’cause i don’t know if he ridin’
uh, sh-t, i don’t know if he lyin’
uh, n-gga, you could just be rhymin’
like, what you gon’ do when we slide in?
they like, “n-gga, did you sign?”
nah, i just been on my grind
yeah, i count them racks, then i’m tired
uh, i’m in the booth gettin’ fried, uh-huh
young n-gga cleanin’ them tide
heat on my side, we got them p’s on the ride
tweet on my side, boy, you can’t beef on my side
’cause my n-ggas eat ’em alive

[chorus]
questions, these n-ggas keep asking me questions
i don’t need no suggestions, uh, n-gga, i don’t need no lecture
uh, questions, questions
these n-ggas keep asking me questions
i don’t need no suggestions, uh, n-gga, i don’t need no lecture
uh, questions

[verse 2]
“ayy, stunna”
what’s up?
“what’s the ticket on the pressure?”
we can get two-five right now, i’m pulling up, n-gga, i ain’t taking no lesson
“man, n-gga, you testing”
sh-t, i’ll swag you off for eleven
“alright, bro, where you at?”
i’m at a spot, sh-t, pull up looking like sweet pull-in
he ain’t get sh-t, we finesse him
oops, he should’ve known better
uh, my youngins really be steppin’ reckless
lil’ n-gga stain him for cheddar
rich whammy, real hammy
what f-ck bankers do? get f-nny
i take your b-tch and she start undressin’
get off my d-ck, you sound like a detector

[verse 3]
like, who is glo? and what’s up with him?
sh-t, you should already know
if i say go, he go
ain’t no lil’ boy, lil’ n-gga, that’s broke
bro, free my n-gga ’cause he up the road
and he standing on ten toes
man, i can’t believe these n-ggas saying “free my n-ggas,” know it d-mn well that they told
stunna man put the essence sold
oh, i got my neck froze, gold
i’m in that mo, oh
i got “judah” tatted, i’m always on go, mo
i’m counting cheese, i got your b-tch on the knees
she giving me low-blow smoke, n-gga, puff
and we gon’ put ’em in the oven

[verse 4]
uh, uh, this b-tch keep asking me questions
uh, she must think she special
b-tch, get the f-ck out my message
uh, she better, she only tweak a few letters
uh, he wanna tweak better
i might serve him a peak setup
he pull up, his t–th ketchup
lil’ bro put him on the stretcher
uh, hop on the beat, lesson
ain’t n0body do it better
i spend some bands on my t–th
i spend some bands on my necklace
i be too d-mn hot, and i be flexing like a wrestler

[outro]
questions, these n-ggas keep asking me questions
i don’t need no suggestions, uh, n-gga, i don’t need no lecture
uh, questions, questions
these n-ggas keep asking me questions
i don’t need no suggestions, uh, n-gga, i don’t need no lecture
uh, questions

- stunna 4 vegas lyrics

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