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young thug - stunna lyrics

[hook]
i’m a f-ckin’ stunna
-ss big, hummer
birds, alge crumpler
big b, stung ’em bzzzzz
slime, anaconda
i became a problem
rollin’ og kush, fungus
know me well, wonder
pull up on a p-ssy n-gg- any second
young thugga thuggin’, p-ssy, makaveli
left pocket lettuce, right pocket relish
17-5, baby, sell it, thugga!

[verse 1]
hop inside the coupe and drop the roof
cause i’m the mothaf-ckin’ man, you dig?
mama give me head, nut on her brain
and then i bought the b-tch a brand new wig
i’ma pour up mud and now i’m livin’ like a pig
signed so many deals i think i got the best sig
i can write, i can write
hear no evil, i see no evil
i ain’t kin to wayne
but i called the b-tch and now she my mamacita
big diamonds on me, mothaf-ckas lookin’ like pimples
don’t let the fish eye fool you, b-tch this a peephole
play with my head, i’ll bust your watermelon
pink, i’m movin’ slower than a caterpillar
i got a hundred thousand hoes, tryna get a million
i got a hundred thousand coupes and i don’t keep the ceiling
i’m almost at the finish and you n-gg-s still beginning
i got more money than martin so i pour up more remy
i just got back from jimmy fallon, me and t.i.p. sippin’
four fours, tryna rob, oh no

[hook]
i’m a f-ckin’ stunna
-ss big, hummer
birds, alge crumpler
big b, stung ’em
slime, anaconda
i became a problem
rollin’ og kush, fungus
know me well, wonder
pull up on a p-ssy n-gg- any second
young thugga thuggin’, p-ssy, makaveli
left pocket lettuce, right pocket relish
17-5, baby, sell it

[verse 2]
17-5, all my n-gg-s, they gon’ ride
complete homicide, i’m a earthling in disguise
with a foreign body, diamonds wet with no wires
screw that b-tch with no pliers
no charger, p-ssy, die
livin’ like a mob boss, p-ssy n-gg- no i won’t play
n-gg- can’t stand in front of me
i got my ice on, b-tch ain’t nothin’ fugazi
vintage swag, n-gg-, no 80s
and i don’t speak creole
but them n-gg-s, they gon’ look out every time i’m in haiti
i got more money than you and you and you and you and you too
i ain’t even crippin’ but i got a mothaf-ckin’ clue and it’s blue
d-mn, and i want you to guess, n-gg-
but if you’re wrong, you gon’ get the rest, n-gg-
i’ma put a lot of metal in his chest just like a vest, n-gg-

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