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stunna 4 vegas - the one lyrics

the one lyrics
[intro]
big cake out of crumbs, n+gga
(xo think he all that)
mhm, i made a big cake out of crumbs (free sosa, free sino, free trillz, free street)
uh+huh, yeah, yeah
made a big cake out of crumbs (free glo)
mm+mm, mhm, mm (blatt)

[chorus]
i made a big cake out of crumbs (i made a big cake out of crumbs)
before my grandma left, she told me i’m the one (uh+uh)
he can’t get right, then he get left where i’m from (n+gga get left)
product of my trenches, i came so far from the slums (b+tch, i came so far from the trenches)
i came so far from the ‘jects (uh+huh)
uh+huh, now it’s foreign cars and private jеts (what else?)
hold her hand, i hold my fist up and i bеt i get her wet (ice, ice)
before i play i load my clip up, i don’t send shots on the net (boom, boom, boom)
we tryna send shots through his neck (boom)

[verse 1]
b+tch gang got a hundred shots trailing me in the h+llcat while i’m in the ‘vette (gang)
i drop a tip, then get ’em whacked (get your b+tch ass down)
n+gga better not slip, we on his hat (lay down)
i got my trip when i go on trips, up off the hip, i leave ’em flat (blatt)
hop out the whip, my gun go, “blatt, blatt+blatt+blatt+blatt” (let me go)
i jump out the car, they all want a pic (it’s 4)
i done did and seen some sh+t, so i be clutchin’ on the bl!ck
even when i take a pic, we don’t love no hoes, we break ’em (uh+huh)
we came so far from the vacant (uh+huh), he act so hard but he shaking (he shook)
he play so cut but he cookie, n+gga p+ssy (p+ssy ass)
we turn semis into fullies, uh, spank his ass (fft, fft, fft)
switch on the glock, when i catch i give ’em a whoopin’ (he get up)
she love stunna man, i told the b+tch i’m him, proof in the pudding
uh, call the shots and i send ’em, he don’t think with his mind, i get it took (uh, uh, boom, boom, boom)
[chorus]
i made a big cake out of crumbs (i made a big cake)
before my grandma left, she told me i’m the one (uh, my mama told me i’m the one)
he can’t get right, then he get left where i’m from (n+gga, you get left)
product of my trenches, i came so far from the slums (b+tch, i came so far from the trenches)
i came so far from the ‘jects (yeah, i went so far with this sh+t)
uh+huh, now it’s foreign cars and private jets (now it’s foreign cars and private jets)
hold her hand, i hold my fist up and i bet i get her wet (uh+uh, bet i get that b+tch wet)
before i play i load my clip up, i don’t send shots on the net (boom, boom, boom, boom)
we tryna send shots through his neck

[verse 2]
n+gga catch one to the neck (come here)
i’ma send this b+tch up soon as sh+t go down, that’s on my set (boom)
she an eater, so i made the b+tch go down soon as we met (eat, eat)
i told johnny, “bust me down, fifty thousand ’round my neck” (it’s pure water, b+tch)
i told my brother put him down and when you done, come get yo’ check (blatt, blatt)
if i don’t do nothing, i’ma get that check first (get that check first)
b+tch it’s yrb or nothin’, yeah, i’m headfirst (it’s yrb or nothin’)
thot, you can keep on your clothes ’cause i want head first (b+tch, i want head first)
uh+huh, we be sparking sh+t like january first (we be sparking sh+t up just like, bah)
you know we light sh+t up like fireworks (bah, bah, bah)
my lil’ n+gga tweaking, he just tryna show me how his fire work (go)
n+gga better not do no reaching, if he do, i bet irons’ll burst (go)
uh, we ride srts to make opp n+ggas ride in he+rs+
[chorus]
i made a big cake out of crumbs (made a big cake out of crumbs)
before my grandma left she told me i’m the one (my mama left, she told me i’m the one)
he can’t get right, then he get left where i’m from (n+gga gon’ get left)
product of my trenches, i came so far from the slums (b+tch, i’m just a product of that one way)
i came so far from the ‘jects (blatt)
uh+huh, now it’s foreign cars and private jets (now it’s foreign cars and private—)
hold her hand, i hold my fist up and i bet i get her wet (i get her wet)
before i play i load my clip up, i don’t send shots on the net (i won’t send shots on no—)
we tryna send shots through his neck (uh)

- stunna 4 vegas lyrics

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