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veno stuntin - fancy lyrics

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[intro: story]
inconsistent, you know who it is, independent

-kawhi laugh-

[hook: story]
know a couple shooters, know some ones who can punch
know some gold diggers do it just for the fun
i’m just with my bros finna roll up a blunt
roll down the window and it’s just like a skunk
in my own lane never inconsistent
shoutout to the real, yeah, you know who you is
shoutout to the shorties that be independent
nails done, hair done, everything did

[verse 1: east j]
yeah this yo sh-t
shout out to the women who be getting it quick
whatever shawty after i know that she gone get
her bills paid, her hair laid, she driving new whips
and no it ain’t a n-gga who be getting her sh-t
cause she got a bag she ain’t asking for sh-t
so i know that my cash ain’t gone cash in me sh-t
and i know i can’t crash and then try to just dip
i’m the one that she wants i got the magic stick
i can buy you some brunch and then blow us a spliff
hit the mall what you want but don’t ask me to pick
ride around in my whip, ain’t no ubering b-tch
i know it’s something ‘bout yo mind but girl yo shape is insane
or is it why you give me toppy riding around in the range
don’t wonder why you f-cking with me guess my charm is the blame
or is it because i got a couple stacks but don’t make rain
she need a n-gga who gone have her back certainly
nothing less than a nine to five let’s see who working b
if you really lonely you call on me for company
i come with comfort like the pillows on yo couches be
got my lil baby in her bag just like the birkins be
take her out of town but really home is where she wanna be
she like to lay up and get high just a like a stoner be
cookie by the pound we blowing down just like some pedal leaves

[hook: story]
know a couple shooters, know some ones who can punch
know some gold diggers do it just for the fun
i’m just with my bros finna roll up a blunt
roll down the window and it’s just like a skunk
in my own lane never inconsistent
shoutout to the real, yeah, you know who you is
shoutout to the shorties that be independent
nails done, hair done, everything did

[verse 2: story]
weed, making cheese: that’s just my crush
runtz be pink like work write-ups
must retreat i’ll burst my gun
perfect speech but my verse not fronted
worked on the east where families hunted
nerves at a peak when i peeped that one sh-t
blood on the street now i need that crud hit
3 plans to leave but things kept coming
up from bums who come up from slums
jump the gun for lump sums of funds
pump’ll dump you run up get done
slump him run i don’t front for fun
rappers think they nice cause they can carry out a rhyme or two
like same rhyme, 8 times is impossible
being oblivious obviously the biggest obstacle
barely be serious but let me show you just what i could do
with actual words, quick casual verse
this magical serve, clips had to disperse
now back of the he-rs-, what i had for reserve
for any rapper who heard, even half of this verse
sit back and observe, just acting absurd
every beat i treat like treats yeah that’s snack and dessert
this had to occur, this rap should confirm
i can leave a rapper missing call amber alert

[hook: story]
know a couple shooters, know some ones who can punch
know some gold diggers do it just for the fun
i’m just with my bros finna roll up a blunt
roll down the window and it’s just like a skunk
in my own lane never inconsistent
shoutout to the real, yeah, you know who you is
shoutout to the shorties that be independent
nails done, hair done, everything did

[verse 3: veno stuntin]
she cut me off cause i was inconsistent
she stayed with my cheese and she ain’t spend sh-t
always ask me why i go on these missions
because a n-gga tired of the regular living
conditions, was f-cked had to get me some bucks
slide with the pump, now i’m living to stunt
what’s in the trunk like a 10 to 15, 3 round burst on a m16
now a n-gga flexing like hercules
got to s-xing her and stretching her she hurt her knees
if the feds hit the spot disperse and leave
we gone get a home invasion of the first degree
and we got the tool, that’s armed burglary
silent alarm and we ain’t even heard the beep
let’s hop in the car the tires had to roll and screech
he popping bars so now my n-gga slowing his speech
we was talking bout the l!ck now he goin to sleep
i’mma roll up on this b-tch cause i told her to link
i’m a give the hoe some d-ck then she goin to sleep
now the b-tch hoppin ship but i told her to leap
if her n-gga getting mad and he wanting the beef
i’mma smack him, like you the one that’s letting her cheat
she a trick and you ain’t know that this ain’t a treat
but yo b-tch a freak she sucking on the skeet in the sheets

[outro: veno stuntin & “story”]
she sucking on the skeet in the sheets
she sucking on the skeet in the sheets
she sucking on the skeet in the sheets
she sucking on the skeet in the sheets
”inconsistent”
shout out to the real yeah you know who it is
“independent”
nails done, hair done, skeet in the sheets



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