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look back - dj chose & stunna 4 vegas lyrics

[intro]
ain’t that dj chose over there? mm, look like dj chose

[verse 1: dj chose]
walk in that b*tch with the racks in the bag
i like ’em ziplocked, i’m poppin’ them tags
b*tch, i been ballin’ like utah, the jazz
amg benz but i don’t drive it fast
i like to tiptoe, my b*tch jammin’ diplo
they think i’m friendly, i ride with a stick though
and if ever the rent low, it’s back to the kick door
she wanna twerk it, i told her, “a birkin be costin’ too much, i’ll buy you a kors”
i did an m in a month and i’m still actin’ cheap, they gon’ f*ck around, post me on forbes
i gave her some time and gave her attention, now she want somе rounds and i told her, “it’s yours”
now when i’m at her crib shе be givin’ me neck and be throwin’ it back like it’s part of the chores, yeah

[chorus: dj chose & stunna 4 vegas]
look back at me while i talk my sh*t, she like it when i talk my sh*t
look back at me while you bounce that b*tch (while you bounce)
i like it when you bounce that b*tch (bounce it)
shawty l!ck her hand while she count my sh*t
i like it when she count my sh*t
hit her in the air b&b but i got them racks
a n*gga been done bought this b*tch
look back at me while i talk my sh*t, she like it when i talk my sh*t
look back at me while you bounce that b*tch (while you bounce)
i like it when you bounce that b*tch (bounce it)
shawty l!ck her hand while she count my sh*t (she can’t count my sh*t)
i like it when she count my sh*t
f*ck her in her an uber xl but a n*gga doin’ well
a n*gga been done bought this b*tch
[verse 2: stunna 4 vegas]
let’s go
a n*gga been done f*cked your ho (thot, thot)
big racks, get ’em whacked, i could buy your bro (get him out of here)
uh, we get to clappin’ like fans at a show
zip him up, n*gga play, put a tag on his toe
yeah, i’m puttin’ d*ck in her throat
you know 4 like ’em thick like dj chose (dj chose)
ass up, b*tch, put your face to the floor
pop a perc’ then we f*ck ’til i can’t no more (uh*huh, rich)
she like it when i talk my sh*t
like, look up when you eat that d*ck
thot, she like it raw from the back
gangster b*tch, she bring me a sweet l!ck
she clean the sh*lls ‘fore i load my clip (baow)
she clean the meat, like to swallow, don’t spit
i’m hard on a ho, she like, “stunna, you stiff”
don’t reach down there, you might let off my bl!ck
uh, i love how she bounce that sh*t
i’ll probably f*ck then i’m out this b*tch
uh*uh, i can’t trust a ho, no chose, i probably won’t let her count my sh*t
lookin’ for me, been done found your b*tch
big dawg, i give ’em macho d*ck
big fire fired up, i’ma pop my sh*t
i make her look back while i talk my sh*t
[chorus: dj chose]
look back at me while i talk my sh*t (what’s that?), she like it when i talk my sh*t
look back at me while you bounce that b*tch (while you bounce)
i like it when you bounce that b*tch (bounce it)
shawty l!ck her hand while she count my sh*t
i like it when she count my sh*t
hit her in the air b&b but i got them racks
a n*gga been done bought this b*tch
look back at me while i talk my sh*t, she like it when i talk my sh*t
look back at me while you bounce that b*tch (while you bounce)
i like it when you bounce that b*tch (when you bounce that)
shawty l!ck her hand while she count my sh*t
i like it when she count my sh*t
f*ck her in her an uber xl but a n*gga doin’ well
a n*gga been done bought this b*tch

[outro]
this a beat, boy

- dj chose stunna 4 vegas lyrics

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