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no pad or pen - c stunna lyrics

[intro: dj drama, c stunna & luh tyler]
let’s get to work
we the type of shooters that don’t do no homework (stunna, n*gga, yeah)
still get straight a’s (n*gga)
i’m with stunna in this b*tch, n*gga
no pad, no pen (for sure)
every time, we takin’ dubs, n*gga know we finna win (we finna win)
hop in the booth straight off the head, i don’t need no pad or pen (no pad or pen)
how this n*gga hatin’ on me? he ain’t even gon’ touch a ten
with my n*gga stunna, slidin’ in that coupe, we in fn (gangsta grizzillz)
dj drama
stunna, n*gga, yeah
shout to luh tyler
n*gga, ayy (c stunna)
i’m with stunna in this b*tch, n*gga (still stuntin’)
for sure

[verse 1: luh tyler]
every time, we takin’ dubs, n*gga know we finna win (we finna win)
hop in the booth straight off the head, i don’t need no pad or pen (no pad or pen)
how this n*gga hatin’ on me? he ain’t even gon’ touch a ten (n*gga)
with my n*gga stunna, slidin’ in that coupe, we in fn (skrrt)

[verse 2: c stunna]
jit don’t ask me what i’m wearin’, you can’t even afford the cost
expensive fashion on my flesh, n*gga, we used to shop at ross
runnin’ through that field with that stick like i play lacrosse
girl, you look good up in that dress, i’m tryna see you when it’s off
[verse 3: luh tyler]
your lil’ b*tch, she gon’ get nasty, n*gga, she a freaky ho, yeah
we don’t do no cuffin’ n*gga, pass her to the bros (yeah, for sure)
n*ggas, they be hatin’, but really be fans on the low (what?)
tell ’em i ain’t pullin’ up if it ain’t bands for the show (on gang)

[verse 4: c stunna]
real gleecer, i ain’t never touched no white just like i’m racist
man, this girl been beggin’ to see me, ho, your mama ain’t teach you patience?
gettin’ rich up off these bars, got ’em f*cked up off the cadence
f*ck youtube, we smashin’, passin’ hoes on daily basis

[verse 5: luh tyler]
yeah, ayy, n*gga, we do this on the daily
yeah, if you want somethin’ from me, b*tch, you know you gotta pay me (you gotta pay me)
n*gga, i won’t put my trust inside a ho, won’t let her play me (won’t let her play me)
yeah, when i step, i got four pockets full, but i ain’t baby (but i ain’t baby)

[verse 6: c stunna]
yeah, if tyler say that play a go, i know that sh*t a must
ayy, real sh*t talkin’, this ain’t nothin’ that you can flush
yeah, stop askin’ who the hottest in this sh*t, n*gga, us
know n*ggas spinnin’ like cds, you talk too much, catch a deluxe

[verse 7: luh tyler]
man, these n*ggas trippin’, better tell them boys don’t slip (yeah)
b*tch, i pull up and i get my chips and then i gotta dip (n*gga, what?)
ayy, we in here with that ‘migos, told your lil’ b*tch take a sip (gang)
on the grind, we road runnin’, b*tch, we takin’ trips (we takin’ trips, n*gga, dramatic)
[outro: luh tyler & dj drama]
ski (get with us)

- c stunna lyrics

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