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stunna 4 vegas - rap game lebron lyrics

[intro]
f-ck a n-gga, 4x
it’s 4x, free glo (hey, milan, that’s a hit)
f-ck a n-gga, rich youngin’
f-ck, rich, uh

[verse]
i used to sleep on the floor (no cap)
now it’s balencis and christian diors
i walk in with cash and make ’em shut down the store (racks)
have cancer with us and they won’t find a cure (nope)
ho having rods galore, uh, i went from the block to tour
the opps know not to play with me and say, “it’s up”
no talking, we up the score, uh (f-ck)
i get a ho moist (b-tch), they listen up when they hear my voice, uh
i jumped in my bag, i ain’t have no choice
amg benz, a jag, i can buy a royce (uh, uh, uh)
that lil’ n-gga dope buyin’ on that boy
he play tough, i put a bag on that boy (come here)
lil’ bro pull up like he brandon roy
these n-ggas tekashi and soulja boy (get him out of here)
we buy that, buy that like master p (uh)
hope you got a rider that could step to me (uh)
that lil’ n-gga p-ssy, stephanie (p-ssy)
hope you got a bag, you wanna wreck with me? (uh)
my manager bringing that check to me (cash)
i see new rap money every week (yeah)
ho, i ‘on’t wanna cuff, you stressin’ me (ho)
don dada, he dissed me, bring his head to me
your b-tch a nat, she give neck to me (nat, nat)
i cook a n-gga with no recipe (ha)
police took so many guns from me (uh), and i still got a whole lot of guns with me (brat)
it’s red rumors if he f-ck with me (murder)
it’s time to cash, i got them lumps on me
big 4, my lil’ n-ggas gon’ up for me (4x)
n-gga know we with all that f-ckery (uh)
we play t-t for tat, we don’t beef, we get rid of that
he only blow smoke on the internet (huh?)
then call the cops, these n-ggas scaredy-cats (p-ssy)
all that ig wolfin’, quit that (uh)
n-gga slang that fire if you with that (n-gga slang that iron)
i ain’t finna do no chit-chat (no)
with a ho, she drop head, i sit back (thot)
it’s big 4x, the rawest young n-gga alive (4x), can you dig it? (uh)
i knew i was worth a ticket
make him move out the spot like he got evicted (lil’ n-gga)
i make her show me that kitty, i’m smooth on a ho like pretty ricky (ooh)
i’m doping her, bobby and whitney
i’m having money, respect, i got power like 50
which rod i wanna tote? (huh?)
i ‘on’t know, i’m picky (uh)
glock xd, no disney (glock)
air up these hoes’ t-tties (brrt, brrt)
they make me feel important (yeah)
we don’t rap beef, he get extorted (nope)
we spin a wheel of fortune
catch an opp, he gettin’ tortured (p-ssy)
uh, it’s 4x (uh)
yeah, i signed (yeah)
i still, uh, slide (uh-huh)
come hit your block with fire (fah, fah)
no nine-to-five, n-gga, i’m the rap game lebron (yeah)
and i’m never hard to find
n-gga say he lookin’ for me, he lyin’

[outro]
ha, b-tch

- stunna 4 vegas lyrics

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