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paid & put up - stunna girl lyrics

[intro]
(lito, what up, my n*gga?)
you know we poppin’ champagne
poppin’ tags
you know what the f*ck goin’ on
you b*tches gon’ die if y’all waitin’ for me to go out sad
(can you hear me, though?)

[verse 1]
bussdown, middle part, six thirteen
fendi prints on my ass, thousand*dollar jeans
twenty*five dollar special, yo’ b*tch wearing sheins
you just wanna f*ck wit’ me ’cause i’m one of the supremes
you can’t f*ck with me currently, you b*tches know that
try to breathe on me, my mans gon’ blow that
i was uppin’ more pape’ even in my throwbacks (for sure that)
playin’ wit a ticket, y’alls postin’ them lil’ racks (why you post that?)
i hit saks like they owe me one
can’t stunt on me, mami, i’m the coldest one
i’m the reason why you **** went and bought a gun (p*ssy)
five hunnid grams on my neck, that’s a honey bun
gimme that head and that munyun
don’t stop ’til the sun done (yeah)
you the b*tch he bleeds, i’m the b*tch he needs
that thang thangin’ in the back, i think clappa’s on me
your p*ssy drier than a desert, my p*ssy on cream
in that raggedy apartment, b*tch, get up and clean
hoes ain’t got sh*t up in they name but expired ids
some p*ssy in a pub bar, no choosin’ fee
my b*tches piecin’ up and they tryna find d
[pre*chorus]
know some lil’ skeezer big ass gon’ bust today
i know some hoes fake hoeing dressin’ up in lingerie
thinkin’ this a fashion show, out there playin’ on the blade
i just touched down today, yeah, i’m finna parlay
moissanite diamonds, your jay is cut
new mansion out the way goin’ viral as f*ck
b*tches want my life, i’m paid and put up
doing content, versace robe, dolled up

[chorus]
tell these b*tches to get active
(get active, ho)
tell these b*tches to get active
(i’m paid and put up)
tell these b*tches to get active
matchin’ and smashin’, high fashion
(with a passion)

[verse 2]
you ain’t got gas money, you ain’t got a ride (loser)
you ain’t got a vehicle, you almost twenty five (that’s a shame)
pedestrian, bye, b*tch, you must be high (smoker)
bbj special, it should charge forty*five (bareback queen)
it’s ’bout time that you d*ck eaters pick a side (d*ck sucker)
don’t know if you hate the kid or wanna d*ck ride (d*ck sucker)
you can’t name five states you may trap in
what type of ho is you if you ain’t get the backend?
[pre*chorus]
know some lil’ skeezer big ass gon’ bust today
i know some hoes fake hoeing dressin’ up in lingerie
thinkin’ this a fashion show, out there playin’ on the blade
i just touched down today, yeah, i’m finna parlay
moissanite diamonds, your jay is cut
new mansion out the way goin’ viral as f*ck
b*tches want my life, i’m paid and put up
doing content, versace robe, dolled up

[chorus]
tell these b*tches to get active
(get active, ho)
tell these b*tches to get active
(i’m paid and put up)
tell these b*tches to get active
i’m matchin’ and smashin’, and high fashion
(tell these b*tches to get—)

[outro]
yeah
lying*ass b*tch couldn’t let me walk past him
look, i’m matchin’ and smashin’, and high fashion

- stunna girl lyrics

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