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al roker - c stunna lyrics

yarri
baby, give me some cash

[verse 1]
i grew up ’round some bosses what the h*ll you think i turned into?
trapper, scammer, certified smackers, yeah i know a few
jumped up in this sh*t with straight pressure, like i’m supposed to do
he mad because his b*tch say i’m that n*gga, and he know it true
jit you wanna learn ’bout the game? i can f*ckin’ coach ya
i can teach you n*ggas ’bout that rain, like i’m al roker
brown skinned b*tch wit’ lay edges, comin’ straight from boca
tryna slap my d*ck all in her room, put her on a poster
bro done popped the perc in, now hеr eyes lookin’ dilated
i can’t bе around you broke n*ggas, it get me agitated
pull up in that droptop ‘vette, roof decapitated
why the h*ll they put that check on hold? they got me aggravated
s t u n n a, how you spell motion?
all these free bands in the air and you still want no pokin’ seated full of back door ass n*ggas, i can’t leave it open
real back talk, i get paid for every word spoken
pockets full of straight, death ’round, like i’m lil uzi
glizzy came straight from wic lady, it came wit’ a doobie
stop tellin’ all these people that you know me
b*tch you prolly knew me
i ain’t the same jit from back then, i’m goin’ stupid
i’ma do whatever, do it all, jus’ to get this cheddar
she a yb fan, i gotta scream and start a battle
yeah you had it lit, but i turned it to another level
since day one i been a real deal trendsetter

- c stunna lyrics

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