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Stunna 4 Vegas - Hard lyrics

Artist: Stunna 4 Vegas

album: Welcome To 4 Vegas


I fuck, then dip, I left her scarred (Uh)
Play with me, we pull yo' card (Uh-huh)
I told all my jits to play they part (Gang)
We zipped his mans and took his heart (four times)
These F&N's gon' park the car (Boom)
My whip don't need no key to start (Boom)
My whip don't need no key to go (Vroom)
I drop shit (Boom), he peed a roll (Peed a roll)
They slangin' that five, what you need it for? (Bitch)
Hope you ready to die, we in demon mode (Let's go)
We armed and we ready to crank (We armed)
Big charm and my piece in the sink (Ice)
I get 'em stank on the way to the bank (Bitch)
Want this and get blitzed,
What the fuck did hе think? (What the fuck did he think?)
Ridin' 'round with that Glock like Marshall Fox (Boom, boom)
Bitch, wе want war (Boom, boom), fuck martial law (Boom)
I kick her out, like martial arts (Ha, thot)
Her nigga broke, but that's his fault (Pussy)
I make her spread them legs apart (Come on)
Pull a hot girl down, she give me jaw (Uh)
Bitch, I'm the one like I can't handle 'em (Uh)
I can have them killers layin' in your yard (Uh, uh)
Drop a check and get 'em wet (Bow)
Lace your kicks, we finna step (Lace up)
Smile in her face, I get her wet (Uh)
Pop a Perc', we havin' perfect sex (Uh uh)
She like, "Big 4, you fuck the best" (Okay)
Pull out and bust all on her chest (Come on)
He say it's smoke, oh, that's a bet (Bitch)
We pop and lay his ass to rest (Gang)
Hit from the back and hold my rod (Uh)
She say, "Stunna, boy, you hard" (Uh, uh)
I fuck, then dip, I left her scarred (Uh)
Play with me, we pull yo' card (Uh-huh)
I told all my jits to play they part (Gang)
We zipped his mans and took his heart (four times)
These F&N's gon' park the car (Boom)
My whip don't need no key to start (Boom)
My ice don't need no flash to bling (Ice ice)
Glock .23, attach the beam (Bow)
These niggas rats, they eatin' the cheese (Rat)
She give me the kitty, I ain't gettin' teased (Uh)
We in the Bentley, I'm chuckin' out B's (Sticks)
Stunna the sickness, I ain't got no disease (Uh-huh)
Pull out the blicky, we givin' 'em Z's (Bah bah)
We gettin' ignant, we clearin' the scene (Bah, bah)
We can handle the business, let's run up 'em M's (Cheese)
She can get freaky, I fuck on film (Hee)
Run up on an opp and knock off a limb (Come here)
We pull up shots like we at the gym (Shoot)
We make him meet the reaper, gone (Uh)
He playin' and I pop out his brim (Come here, bitch)
Hop in that water, I hope you can swim (Fuck you want?)
Bitch, we chop the beef like a blend (Boom, boom)
Hit from the back and hold my rod (Uh)
She say, "Stunna, boy, you hard" (Uh, uh)
I fuck, then dip, I left her scarred (Uh)
Play with me, we pull yo' card (Uh-huh)
I told all my jits to play they part (Gang)
We zipped his mans and took his heart (four times)
These F&N's gon' park the car (Boom)
My whip don't need no key to start (Boom)

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