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stuullo – p shit lyrics

[chorus: heygwuapo]

i’m in va yuh, yuh
in a v8 yuh, yuh
these n+ggas fake as f+ck
you better watch who you claim yuh, yuh

i’m sick and i’m still going
how the f+ck you n+ggas in the field hoeing
smoking zaza, b+tch i’m still blowing
it’s like two years and i’m still goated

[verse 1: heygwuapo]

i’m still stuck on the grind
you ain’t got money, you ran outta time
i told my momma on god imma shine
don’t f+ck with n+ggas, i f+ck with my slime

that’s why i stay so secluded
you got them guns, so why don’t you shoot it?
i had to f+ck in la actin’ stupid
she got an ego i told that bih ‘cool it’
i feel like nemo, i really be foolin’

she say i’m full of sh+t, baby that’s me
i went to va and bought me a mink
my money tall as f+ck, yao ming
i’m smokin’ za and this wood can’t see
yeah, so i can’t see sh+t
all of my teachers said i wouldn’t be sh+t
you want a feature, you payin’ a fee, sh+t
i feel like gunna, i’m all on my p sh+t
told her i love her, she said that shе love me
but i swear to god on my momma i ain’t mеan it
i’m in a free world, talkin inside of a mic
now my whole clique be shoppin’ in neiman’s

[verse 2: stuullo]

yuh
now imma run up a rack for the fun of it
that b+tch wan’ f+ck, so i’m really gon’ thumb that b+tch
you ain’t no shooter, you really ain’t drummin’ it
i pop me a perky, i’m really gon’ vomit it

hey, yeah, huh, yeah
i got the money, i’m makin’ the bank
that bit’ wanna f+ck, but her cooter, it stank
i’m in new york and i carry my shank

my n+ggas gon’ run it
know we gon’ drum it
nut in her stomach
yeah, yeah
all of y’all n+ggas, y’all mof+ckin’ fake
i’m with the gang, yuh, we give and we take
like, sorry lil’ b+tch, i am not no lil’ saint
i got me a milli’, i go to the bank

you walk in this b+tch, an’ you hear that i crank
i’m smokin’ that gas, you can tell that it stank
this choppa gon’ shoot like a mof+ckin’ tank
we run on his sh+t and we eat and we bake

yeah, she lovin’ lil’ stuullo
he got all the fashion and money
it’s crazy how these hoes gon’ change up

b+tch wanna f+ck me
she tryna go cheat on me
n+gga, you know this lil’ stick gonna flame her

n+gga, you know i got bread like a baker
that’s yo lil’ b+tch, and i swear imma take her
we smoke that n+gga, we call him a vapor
she know i fell in love wit’ all this paper

ran in his house with a g+19 on my hip
yeah, we leavin’ that boy for dead
she wanna ride on my d+ck like a sled
look at my fit, cost an arm and a leg
you dissin’ on me?
what the f+ck did you said?
i’m wit’ yo’ lil’ b+tch, but i use for the head

(yeah x7)

[chorus: heygwuapo]

i’m in va yuh, yuh
in a v8 yuh, yuh
these n+ggas fake as f+ck
you better watch who you claim yuh, yuh

i’m sick and i’m still going
how the f+ck you n+ggas in the field hoeing
smoking zaza, b+tch i’m still blowing
it’s like two years and i’m still goate+

- stuullo lyrics

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