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stunna girl - on the record lyrics

on the record
f-ck being the princess of rap
i’m a trap b-tch with 30-inch weaves and straps (30-inch straps)
i see you hoes stalking my snapchat (i see you)
y’all know y’all see my lil cute -ss thumbin the fat trap
sliding in my beamer with a glock on my lap
slid through the p, i done slid through iraq
b-tches sneak dissing me can’t see me in straps
i’m wasting bullets cuz they don’t be firing back

b-tch talk stupid, i’m peeling yo cap
i be getting on sh-t first y’all be getting attacked
free my b-tch chata my sis murdered a scr-p
and you ain’t gotta light me up ima come where it’s at
b-tch see me freeze dead in her tracks
i’m jumping out and blowing her back
you would think i was a n-gg- the way i was blowing her back
left that b-tch body laid out on the crevices cracks

just paid a b-tch a band to sew in my tracks (you see me?)
my outfit, you can’t find on the racks (you see me?)
n-gg-s so obsessed cuz i’m foreign and black
but only let em eat p-ssy cuz i ain’t
tryna get trapped (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
but n-gg- don’t waste yo breath you ain’t top of the hat (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
this is my world so n-gg-s better try to adapt
b-tch yo n-gg- hitting me i’m hitting em back
like do you got some money n-gg- is you eating the cat?
but n-gg-s always in they feelings always getting attached
only time i’m in my feelings is when you blowing my stacks
b-tch always in her feelings cuz her p-ssy is wack
but over me, these n-gg-s don’t know how to act
they get controllive, get to losing their mind
that sh-t be throwing me off so i leave em behind (on my mama)
you b-tches ain’t pushing real lines (on my mama)
from this day forward y’all gotta
pay for my time you hear me? (hear me?)
i can’t go nowhere in my city (nah)
at the hair shop with a pap in my t-tty
you b-tches can’t f-ck with me
so knock me down
see b-tches slipping, i’m chasing y’all down (haaaan)
caught her lacking at the red light
hoe smashed off so scared for her life (on god)
i’m smokin every b-tch i don’t like
i’m shooting b-tches when i see y’all on sight (b-tch)
i be one deep tripping
tell yo n-gg- quit calling, b-tch it’s pimpin (haaaaan)
all he good for is some tricking
all he good for is cat licking
only time i ride d-ck is when i’m f-cking him back (ay ay ay ay)
yea he think i’m the devil the way i’m arching my back (ay ay ay ay)
my new n-gg- got my -ss getting fat
yea he beating this sh-t up while i’m throwing it back (oh oh)
yea he beating this sh-t up while i’m making it clap
yea i’m busting that sh-t open while he c-cking it back lil b-tch
let me introduce you to some sauce
when i talk b-tch pay attention real close
aye, when i talk b-tch you gon learn some real finesse
you the b-tch that n-gg- hides, i’m the b-tch that n-gg- flex
slap fire out yo neck, neck (blaow)
b-tch you gon learn some respect, respect (blaow)
it ain’t directed, ain’t respected
i need my deposit if you wanna be accepted (i need my deposit)
it’s funny how these b-tches all knock me (how they knock me)
but i’m the b-tch that they copy
haaaaaan
it’s funny how these b-tches all knock me (knock me)
haaaaaaan
but i’m the b-tch that they copy (on god)
stunna girl, all diamonds and caps
it’s stunna girl the trendsetter in sac
went down for a robbery and a strap
did 3 years and bounced right back
b-tch quit playing with me
hey ay ay ay
huh, what you saying to me?
hey ay ay ay
b-tch quit playin with me
i go money crazy
no real way

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