a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu stunna girl - uncle elroy

[verse 1: richmula500]
ayy, and we shoot at top skulls, don’t do no decoy
i can’t bring no b~tch, she probably give up where i’m livin’ at
lul jody should’ve ran, y’all left that boy havin’ a heart attack
if you wanna bang the eastside, n~ggas know what come with that
feel like mula, b~tch, i need five hundred if you comin’ back
strict~strictly east, i ain’t got no love, that’s where my heart is at
n~ggas keep on blowin’ up they brothеr, ain’t no comin’ back
agm, n~ggas say it’s smoke, they gon’ die likе that
stunna saved you lil’ boys, ain’t nothin’ slide ’bout that
youngest n~gga in my age bracket, i could up some racks
every time she listen to the king, she gon’ throw it back
i don’t wanna see that ass clap, can you make it stack? on ‘rus

[chorus: richmula500]
ooh, he smellin’ fishy, i’ma fry that boy
pass the yeek to suspect, he gon’ make some noise
i could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
and i’m all up in her kitchen, uncle elroy
ooh, he smellin’ fishy, i’ma fry that boy
pass the yeek to suspect, he gon’ make some noise
i could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
and i’m all up in her kitchen, uncle elroy
[verse 2: stunna girl]
cuddlin’ and kissin’ on her’s how you broke the b~tch, n~gga (simp n~gga)
actin’ h~lla extra hardbody, but you snitched, n~gga (rrah)
on your bumper, beatin’ up your lo’, that’s how we slip n~ggas
mrs. up the score, i drop the lo’ and they gon’ strip n~ggas
exotic cars i’m hoppin’ out, you know i got that guap on me
p~ssy drippin’ off the bone, he like, “bae, put that wap on me”
do it with some extra spits, lil’ daddy put that slop on me
when he droppin’ off that bag the only time he get the drop on me
and i’m the flyest b~tch that ever stepped without a set (you hear me, though?)
i’m tuggin’ on his chain and he facedown in my cat (girly)
b~tches think they up, they only flexin’ like five racks (broke b~tch)
i took the trick wallet and his credit cards got maxed (maxed out)

[verse 3: richmula500]
it’s the ‘rus, we with all that
your old ass h~lla nice, talkin’ ’bout fall back
throwin’ potshots on my block, get your dog back
press decline ’bout no bag, i won’t call back
it’s the ‘rus, turn it up, i say ayy, b~tch
go and hit that road, just love to f~ck, that ain’t my b~tch
she just got the sl~t, she a sl~t, take a carti’ off a trick
tell the b~tch add me up, we been steppin’
lil’ boy talkin’ hard, he don’t even got a weapon
.223 hit his neck, he still alive, he got blessings
it’s a fully on this gleek, you posted with that lil’ weapon
we gon’ tear that n~gga off ’cause he was doin’ all that flexin’
[chorus: richmula500]
ooh, he smellin’ fishy, i’ma fry that boy
pass the yeek to suspect, he gon’ make some noise
i could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
and i’m all up in her kitchen, uncle elroy
ooh, he smellin’ fishy, i’ma fry that boy
pass the yeek to suspect, he gon’ make some noise
i could show you how to uh, show you how to flip it
and i’m all up in her kitchen, uncle elroy

[verse 4]
b~tch, we live what we rappin’, a lot of n~ggas be cappin’
poppin’ out like, “what’s brackin’?” we gon’ see if he active
love this two~tone chop, love to really do damage
and gang be airin’ sh~t out, we leavin’ n0body standin’
s550 4matic, she want a g~wagen
i just broke a b~tch for 30k and bought her steve madden
little league n~ggas in the way, i had to speed past ’em
baguettes cost a fifty on my neck, they knowin’ we havin’
bricks in, we keep askin’, know them n~ggas keep taxin’
whole squad, we keep passin’, 500, we keep blastin’
bouncin’ out that g~wagen, chase him down, man, let him have it
chase him down and let him have it (bah, bah, bah)

- lirik lagu stunna girl

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI