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no stressin - cellow lyrics

[verse 1: cellow]
we got deals on the petrol, come and take a look
this sh*t been sellin’ like it’s lego
iphone doin’ backflips, should invest into the metro
police n*gga ask me what i got in, sh*t, he stepped on
snitch*ass n*gga
solo in the blender, he don’t stop until it’s clean
’cause i can’t lose a tenth in this b*tch, i need everything
thirsty, but i got the aw for real sn*tchin’ every fiend
brake*slammin’ donuts in the street, dumpin’ every g
i can’t even rap, the booth in the trap and the phonе’s ringing
it f*cked my head up when i seen my first nosеbleeder
supercharged truck, we tinted up, we real high speeders
scared to take a risk, can’t be no b*tch, this how we gettin’ rich
jordans unimpressed so i can come through with balenci’ drip
and thirty rounds up on that glock, this my only protection
my n*gga stashin’ blocks of tan like he playin’ tetris
counted up a sixty, 25k from stretchin’
never seen a money truck chase a he*rs*, so i dropped a necklace
diamonds doin’ a tango off the white sticks, feelin’ like a blessing
stars can’t shine without darkness, had to learn the lesson
it’s thirty .223s, thirty reasons i ain’t stressin’
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
touch me, a n*gga dyin’ every thirty seconds
if i never made a song, i’d be birdie sellin’
n*gga trippin’ on the east, i’ll have big birdie press him
triple f.a.t. goose, b*tch, i just went to church in leather
these some christian louboutins with the bl**dy bottom
hit him in his head in the club, i got a bl**dy bottle
just ran a stop sign, hit a b*tch, i got a bl**dy condom
hold on, lil’ bro, don’t shoot, that’s my uncle thomas
don’t try to rob me ’cause all you gon’ get is a bunch of knowledge
they wonder why i’m smarter than all my rivals, i did a month in college
deepthroat, gettin’ head from your b*tch, tryna touch her tonsils
b*tch, stop actin’ like you superwoman ‘fore i f*ck your mama
i’ll gps track a n*gga down if they touch deshauna
i can have four, five million cash, i just love mcdonalds
he thought he got away from me, then my cousin shot him
oh, you was lookin’ for an english bulldog? my brother got ’em
i’m noddin’, sweatin’, slobbin’ off a cup of roxys
dropped two percs in my pop, this a cup of oxy’
i am not finna f*ck that fat b*tch, she got a bubble body
he always talkin’ ’bout what he had, that’s just uncle charlie
but anyway, have you ever tasted actavis?
bro, the whole city know you broke, why you actin’ rich?
she jumped out of line five times, course i smacked the b*tch
d*mn, i did not know i f*cked your b*tch, that was an accident
yeah, i’m on my rapper sh*t
hit a l!ck for a brick that i don’t have to split
hit him in his cheek with the nick’, he did a backwards flip
just know the percs kickin’ in, you ever see me scratch my hip
[outro: rio da yung og]
yeah, ghetto boyz sh*t, n*gga, you know what the f*ck goin’ on
yeah, sh*t on the floor, n*gga
alright

- cellow lyrics

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