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stunna sandy - fed up (on the radar freestyle) lyrics

[verse]
stunna better, pretty dilemma
my b+tch wetter, i know they fed up
pockets fat, walk around with a stack
i’m petty, let’s go tit+for+tat
i’m stingy, can’t give up this cat
big bucks, milwaukee
i shut b+tches up, stop talkin’
“stunna sandy, like how you so pretty?”
“stunna sandy, like how you so bad?”
“i think you got these b+tches mad”
losin’ they sh+t and they can’t get it back
i got million dollar plans, i need my bread in advance
he like the way that i dance, he tryna get in my pants
really, n+ggas be p+ssin’ me off
put that sh+t on, he tryna take it off
he like, “d+mn bae, how your skin is so soft?”
smokin’ good gas, i can’t hold in my cough
all of my money in colors
we be sneakin’ at night, under covers
you can’t finesse a finesser
i got a good eye for a sucker
move back, shooter got two straps
he let it— he let it clap
i control what i can
if he in my legs, why you call him yo man?
i’m sick of the cold, catch a flight to the yams
off+white [?] just matchin’ my [?]
collectin’ my money like sam
free all the bad b+tches locked in the jam
i’m cookin’ the [?] in my pan
runnin’ it up, i need more than some bands
i might pose for the cameras, i got my bands up
i need it now, i’m throwin’ a tantrum
g+wag’, the tan truck

- stunna sandy lyrics

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