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Stunna - Babyk osama Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: B babyk osama | Published: 2024-20-09T17:41:16:00+07:00

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[intro]
yo, come here
ayy, let’s get it
ayy
got a n*gga turnt in the stu’, n*gga
ayy
ayy, man
you al— man
f*ck a n*gga (mob)
b*tch*ass n*gga
come on (mob)
[chorus]
b*tch, i’m on my stunner sh*t, don’t catch a round
i beat the f*ck out n*ggas, then lil’ bruh them lay you down
like, straight to bed, get put to rest, lil’ boy, don’t do nothin’ foul
or i swear to god, lil’ seddy, he ain’t gon’ f*ckin’ ask you why
i’m in the backseat with 17, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout my glock
that’s my f*ckin’ brother, he had me straight when i was in that box
i know some n*ggas, we took they weight, now they all closing shop
a lot of n*ggas wanna leave me stinking, but it’s gon’ take some heart

[verse 1]
like, f*ck you thinkin’? better use your head, n*gga, ‘fore you lose it
get your mans, he out going stupid
oh, man, your n*gga just died and you ain’t gon’ slide, how the f*ck you a shooter?
opp*ass n*gga just hopped on live, been all outside like i ain’t gon’ do it
he calling me p*ssy, get wet like a sewer
i stay on the block and i run with a shooter
[?][0:59] in the kitchen, he makin’ that chicken, the scr*pin’ so loud, it sound like a rooster
wakin’ me up, then i’m back to the usual
i put on my tee and a glock with a ruler
i f*ck with three hoes, red b*tch cuter
stayin’ to the g code, do no telling
folks’ll say ma dukes do voodoo, but i just need this glock to stretch ’em
stand over something
stand for something
fall for nothing
i’ma hit whoever running
first n*gga that i see, i’m dumping
headshots, i don’t want your stomach
red light, he got caught in public
stalk him out, catch him when he clubbing
come here, baby, put d*ck in her tummy
you know she nuttin’
[chorus]
b*tch, i’m on my stunner sh*t, don’t catch a round
i beat the f*ck out n*ggas, then lil’ bruh them lay you down
like, straight to bed, get put to rest, lil’ boy, don’t do nothin’ foul
or i swear to god, lil’ seddy, he ain’t gon’ f*ckin’ ask you why
i’m in the backseat with 17, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout my glock
that’s my f*ckin’ brother, he had me straight when i was in that box
i know some n*ggas, we took they weight, now they all closing shop
a lot of n*ggas wanna leave me stinking, but it’s gon’ take some heart

[verse 2]
b*tch, i got no heart like tony stark
that srt a push to start
but it’s stolen
b*tch, them forty sh*lls hot, go and ask your brodie
b*tch, i knock the doors off f*ckin’ cars and leave it smoking
grab my b*tch by her throat
open wide, now she choke
n*ggas act like hoes, on fake pages out here trolling
money on your head, so to me, that b*tch a trophy
cutter chop your dreads, f*ck you up, you got a [?][2:05]
[?] go to church. but the b*tch was out here loafing
all black, mask on, suited up, you know i [?][2:12]
i don’t take no f*cking cash out, b*tch, it’s cash only
f*ckin’ the sh*t out a b*tch, remember she would she act like she ain’t know me
back the f*ck up, n*gga, don’t act like you don’t know me
[chorus]
b*tch, i’m on my stunner sh*t, don’t catch a round
i beat the f*ck out n*ggas, then lil’ bruh them lay you down
like, straight to bed, get put to rest, lil’ boy, don’t do nothin’ foul
or i swear to god, lil’ seddy, he ain’t gon’ f*ckin’ ask you why
i’m in the backseat with 17, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout my glock
that’s my f*ckin’ brother, he had me straight when i was in that box
i know some n*ggas, we took they weight, now they all closing shop
a lot of n*ggas wanna leave me stinking, but it’s gon’ take some heart

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