Stunna (feat. DCKev)
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Long stick with a laser, and it's pointed at his head yeah Talking like a hater, imma stain the walls red yeah Pussy penetrator, beat the kitten, break the bed yeah I won't see you later, imma see the cash instead yeah Snake skin, I got a gunna, gunna, gunna, gunna Do the dash, I ain't a runner, runner, runner, runner Visit Vegas, imma stunna, stunna, stunna, stunna Blank thoughts, feeling dumber, dumber, dumber, dumber Please don't make me go home I just popped another pill, I should stay right here Please don't call my cell phone I know you're really fucked up, I don't really wanna hear I've been fucked up, I don't really want you near Alone in the dark, I don't really have no fear I got VV rocks shining in both off my ears Know them shits gon have you shocked like they headlights to a deer I feel like a pyro, way I make this weed burn up I'm stuck in a spiral, but I only came to turn up She be giving brain like I came here just to learn up And no, I ain't got no money tree, lil bitch I had to earn up Long stick with a laser, and it's pointed at his head yeah Talking like a hater, imma stain the walls red yeah Pussy penetrator, beat the kitten, break the bed yeah I won't see you later, imma see the cash instead yeah Snake skin, I got a gunna, gunna, gunna, gunna Do the dash, I ain't a runner, runner, runner, runner Visit Vegas, imma stunna, stunna, stunna, stunna Blank thoughts, feeling dumber, dumber, dumber, dumber Please don't make me go home I just popped another pill, I should stay right here Please don't call my cell phone I know you're really fucked up, I don't really wanna hear I'm just looking up to God, I'm really wanting better days Ever since I left my city, I've been filling up with rage All this trauma had me trapped, but I'm breaking out the cage I'm just kicking in this bitch like I'm fucking Luke Cain Yeah I just broke the bottle, catch me swerving in my lane You can't even see my face, 'cause it's tinted in the range Got a fucking Smith & Wesson, ain't afraid to let it bang Put my shooter in a choir, 'cause he let that chopper sang Long stick with a laser, and it's pointed at his head yeah Talking like a hater, imma stain the walls red yeah Pussy penetrator, beat the kitten, break the bed yeah I won't see you later, imma see the cash instead yeah Snake skin, I got a gunna, gunna, gunna, gunna Do the dash, I ain't a runner, runner, runner, runner Visit Vegas, imma stunna, stunna, stunna, stunna Blank thoughts, feeling dumber, dumber, dumber, dumber Please don't make me go home I just popped another pill, I should stay right here Please don't call my cell phone I know you're really fucked up, I don't really wanna hear
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