- Stunna 4 Vegas PUNCH ME IN 5 歌詞
- Stunna 4 Vegas
- Yes, sir (Yes, sir)
Uh, stupid (Coast 41)
Its coast 41 (Billion Dollar Baby Entertainment)
Its Big Stunna (Rich)
Ha, uh, uh
Firzt back like he left or somethin
She throw that ass back like a flea-flicker (Thot, thot)
Young rich *****, ho, I aint no ass kisser (Uh)
You know Im havin that bag (You know Im havin that bag)
Havin my shorties come get on your ass (Come here)
We strapped, and ready to clash
Whats beef? We get in, go fast , ***** (Uh)
She keep asking bout my past
I told that *****, 'Im nothin like your last *****,' (Move)
She a big ole freak like Megan Thee Stallion (Wow), Im tryna beat her down (Beat her down), uh
Lil ***** said she diggin my style, she aint been wit a G like me in a while
I know you hear me cause Im smokin loud (Gas), my neighbors beggin me to turn it down (Uh)
Its smoke, lets go, dont give me a run-around
Lil *** **, I ride wit a hunnid rounds (Brr)
Big speaker like Bagg, big stepper like Gates
If I said the word, he get put on a plate (Uh-huh)
Got beef with me, ***** walkin with faith
They might think Im Wayne cause I rock out with Drake
All bark, no bite, boy, you just in the way
Where opps? On sight, boy I aint finna play with no *****
I suggest you to play with your bae (On gang), shoot em in, Im swingin the K (Grrah)
Like I play in the Major League, I done had everygun, from A to Z
***** boy, dont play with me
Killers to my left and right, they stay with me
This G-L-O-C-K with me (Yeah), say he gon rob me , that make-believe (Huh?)
My lil ***** up that ***** faithfully
Nut in your ***** face and **** up her Maybelline
We, rock out, shows, I got em sold out (Yes sir)
I got the city sewed up, we hit your block then skate like woah, bounce
We pop out, I go where I want, its never unannounced
He movin wrong, we gun em down (Bop)
Play tough, do that from the underground
She blushin, she say she crushin (Thot, thot)
She love it when I come around, uh, ooh, uh
Im hittin this ho from the back
What you hear? A punchin sound (Uh, uh)
She runnin off, think she cant handle me, uh
Ho, you know I **** like an animal
Ho, you know I could smoke your ***** like he ********
This big four-oh (Get em outta here), on my waist right now
So I cant do no dancin (I cant)
The stick my ho, we romantic, uh
Put a scope on that *****, it look fancy (Bop, bop)
I blew like a bomb, landed (Yeah)
Lil freak like you eye candy (Okay)
My boy sniffs the iCarly (Yeah)
*****, Im a villain like Charles Manson (I swear), on fire
Yall panic (Ha), you *****s aint steppin, they jaw ramblin
Aint no cappin, this **** is too authentic (No cap)
Knew I would win cause I put my heart in it (Yeah), uh
And thats a Fendi fact (Yeah), I go broke, I run up on you like give me that (Yeah, yeah)
Got a stick with a stick attached to it, ***** play and Im givin that to him
She throw that ass back like a flea-flicker
Rich *****, ho, I aint no ass kisser
She like, 'You having that bag, *****' (Okay)
'Why you aint buy me no bag, *****?'
Im too player, a pimp, a street ***** (Yeah)
Ill tell you what, bring a friend with ya
Ill have a meet and greet with you
Yall better eat ****, like yall eat dinner, uh-huh (Uh, uh, uh)
Its Four Times (Yeah), but this Punch Me In Five (This Punch Me In Five)
I cant pay attention to you hatin from the sideline
I take his ***** then pop a Perc and kill that ***** nine times (Uh, uh, uh)
Its 'Bang, bang,' and, 'Grrah, grrah,' we aint go for the ra-ra (On gang)
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