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stunna 4 vegas – stunna 4 vegas – lou will lyrics

[intro]
bee, bee
4x, 4 way, you get this sh+t the glo way
4x
4x, uh, uh
free glo
free curry
dj lil sprite on the track
uh, uh

[chorus]
i’m the one and i shoot like lou will (score)
i’m bleedin’, like they cut off my fingers
conceited, i like countin’ blue bills (cash)
that lil’ n+gga bald like lil’ bill (bald)
say you a k!ller, we don’t know who you is (uh+uh)
he touchin’ that fire in real life he won’t shoot sh+t (the f+ck)
freaky, i might just pull up with a new b+tch (uh+uh)
like i got a fever, i’m too sick (hot)

[verse 1]
i’m bussin’ (bussin’), she rollin’ (ooh)
off this perc’, we gon’ f+ck ’til the morning (ooh)
i got her runnin’ and moanin’, from the d+ck
come here, lil’ ho, where you goin’? (come herе)
she cold, i’m icy (ice)
i came in this b+tch, it start snowing (huh)
n+gga claim hе don’t like me, he wan’ be just like me
act like an opp, he a fan i know it (ha)
they wanna see me fall (uh)
d+ck in the dirt, they won’t knock me off (uh+uh)
before that i’ma k!ll ’em all
i drop, i drop a bag and get rid of y’all (hey, b+tch get ’em outta here)
that b+tch wanna f+ck me raw (thot, thot)
put my hand up her skirt when she top me off
we rockin’ with glocks like it’s mardi gras
n+gga think with yo head ‘fore we saw it off
she sucked the d+ck ’til her jaws locked (uh, uh)
you would’ve thought she was on molly rock
wan’ f+ck me? better look like a barbie doll
i had to cut some n+ggas off ’cause they wasn’t ready when gangsta sh+t start poppin’ off
b+tch, you know i’m dope like fentanyl
my lil’ n+ggas lift up then let him off
anyone who an opp, i pray for y’all (boom)
open fire with this glock, and spray all of y’all (boom, boom, boom, boom)
[chorus]
i’m the one and i shoot like lou will (score)
i’m bleedin’, like they cut off my fingers
conceited, i like countin’ blue bills (cash)
that lil’ n+gga bald like lil’ bill (bald)
say you a k!ller, we don’t know who you is (uh+uh)
he touchin’ that fire in real life he won’t shoot sh+t (the f+ck)
freaky, i might just pull up with a new b+tch (uh+uh)
like i got a fever, i’m too sick (hot)

[verse 2]
ayy, b+tch, i love countin’ blue bills (racks)
she a freak, she just swallowed the blue pill (freak)
she wanna f+ck on the guys, she like, “yo crew lit”
we push up out of the bed hoppin’ out in some new sh+t (skrr)
like, “dj, drop my new sh+t” (the latest)
the youngin’ be draped in the new sh+t (hey)
my old ho ain’t got sh+t on my new b+tch (uh+uh)
i catch an opp, i gotta get me a new stick (f+ck, f+ck)
pull up with this mac, who you with? (who you with?)
they knockin’ you off and who you with (come here)
you know i got that nike, just do it (check)
no advance, b+tch, i been ran through it (uh+uh)
i’m the man these lil’ n+ggas influenced
hundred grand in a month i blew it (on gang)
pay you late, you stank manure, sewer
time ‘fore time what the f+ck was he doing? (ha)
b+tch, i came up from the cement (uh)
she tryna catch my s+m+n (thot, thot)
ho tryna k!ll my kids
i’m tryna make the opps meet the reaper
god on my side but i be with demons
f+ck the scat’, 2020, i might get a demon
b+tch, i’m blowin’ racks at neiman’s (racks)
my lil’ n+ggas blow opps for no reason
oh, we wet sh+t and stretch sh+t
we tryna send shots not a message (f+ck)
keep this glock, b+tch, i’m very protected
me and my bodyguard getting active together (no cap)
b+tch play and we step on whoever (on gang)
who want it, n0body, who better than stunna? (whole time)
lil’ 4x, b+tch, i seen several of them
you lil’ n+ggas need to get it together
stupid

- stunna 4 vegas lyrics

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