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sheckler - stunna cold lyrics

sheckler lyrics
[intro]
yeah, brrr
yeah, yeah, aye
i don’t really like the lecture
rather talk my sh*t with a message

[chorus]
let me talk my sh*t for a sec, for a second
i don’t need the lecture
n*ggas love to talk on the side like a heckler
while i’m on the court balling n*ggas be so pressed uh
only got one plan to get rich
f*ck a plan b, sheckler
bout the cheddar cheese
want it all and the extra
i be stunting all the time for the pleasure
can’t be number two like i’m pete cause i’m next up

[verse: stunna cold]
uh, yeah
kept it real from the get*go
bout the guap, yayo, the plones, the pesos
prada with the flame peep the drip i’m too fuego
hit the b*tch once then it’s hasta luego
my eggo is top tier, yeah my ego
i’mma lead the way the human race like i’m nigo
blocking all the sqaures circle small like a peephole
b*tch i never lost got the sauce like a cheat code
always play for keeps so it’s care
if i ever had to be a drawer, i’m top shelf
plus i’m top chef, cook it up in the stu
luxury inside my flesh
i was fresh out the womb
walked in by myself
then i left out with two
i’m the number one stunna
i’mma stunt to the tomb
on the regular, shmegular
n*ggas cap a lot they some editors
n*ggas can’t compete no competitors, b*tch
[chorus]
let me talk my sh*t for a sec, for a second
i don’t need the lecture
n*ggas love to talk on the side like a heckler
while i’m on the court balling n*ggas be so pressed uh
only got one plan to get rich
f*ck a plan b, sheckler
bout the cheddar cheese
want it all and the extra
i be stunting all the time for the pleasure
can’t be number two like i’m pete cause i’m next up
uh

[verse: 10kdunkin]
d*mn
they told me that i’m next up
i’m having them racks yeah
i got my gun but i think i need another one
this b*tch bad but i think i need another one
i have fun when i count them funs
i walk around with a shotgun like omar, f*ck
this b*tch bad as f*ck but don’t know how to shut the f*ck up
around these hoes i can’t say nothing
and don’t say nothing
ain’t no way they make one
i had to run that cake up
you broke as h*ll with your head down pick your face up
designer shoes don’t go no shoelace
still cost me eight sum
cost me eight sum
eight sum
they ain’t got no shoelace
it still cost me eight sum

- stunna cold lyrics

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