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stunna 4 vegas - up lyrics

[intro: stunna 4 vegas]
slime sh-t
4 times
four way, you get this sh-t to go away
free glo
free whammy
free duwop
free torch
b-tch!

[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
i’m going up like my prices
gave her perc and got her excited
i’m taking off like a pilot
we don’t play in the club
we starting a riot
giving pounds out like a diet
if i can sell it, ill buy it
lil bro take his pack minus
wipe a n-gga out no sinus

[verse: stunna 4 vegas]
wipe a n-gga out, clean
i got the b-tches like charlie sheen
i’m the sh-t, f-ck do you mean?
big racks can’t fit in my jeans
i hit that lil hoe and she felt it
we got that green, celtic
put that fire on his man and he melded
imma ball hard and eat it all, i’m selfish
we smoking sticks, dodgers
these n-ggas b-tch, often
i’m smoking dope like bob marley
hit em and dip they all salty
go diving and sh-t like i’m jeff hardy
smack him around like his step father
these n-ggas lame and they set hoppers
my n-ggas bang and they [?]
my n-ggas slime snakes
set him up on a blind date
she give me her mind, face
stunna so cold, ice skate
[?]
these n-ggas fake, anime
knock off a opp, celebrate
maaann, these n-ggas shrimps
i’m heavyweight
i’m tryna sign my lil brudda thuggin
tryna shoot sh-t in public
come here
hol up i gotta switch the subject
cause these lil n-ggas soft like teletubbies
we at my shows on stage, clutchin
n-gga get outta bounds
and get shot like a [?]
[?]
we burned his -ss like usher

[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
im going up like my prices
gave her perc and got her excited
im taking off like a pilot
we don’t play in the club
we starting a riot
giving pounds out like a diet
if i can sell it, ill buy it
lil bro take his pack minus
wipe a n-gga out no sinus

[verse: comethazine]
hunnid racks on my neck
bet a n-gga won’t touch it though
pull up holding on a xd
you know a n-gga gotta clutch it though
let a n-gga run up on me
ouu he ain’t gon run no mo
talm bout “all these b-tches love me now”
they just want me for my money though
he was talking, had to run him down
caught him walking out the liquor store
i’m smoking dope at my mansion
boy, you gotta smoke on a patio
i just drop music and make millions
yo -ss be flipping the patties though
in all of your music, you trapping
in real life you working at rally’s though

- stunna 4 vegas lyrics

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