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p-lo - stunna anthem lyrics

[intro]
uh
yeah yeah, ay
oh woo woo woo (cássio)
yeah, ay (p_lo, time to bring the bass back)

[chorus]
in this thang, fired up, back lit
i could get a big bag quick
poke it out, turn around, lift that sh_t
b_tch, this that sh_t
in this thang, fired up, back lit
i could get a big bag quick
poke it out, turn around, lift that sh_t
b_tch, this that sh_t
[verse 1]
i’m wavy, baby, i’m out here b_tter
ain’t graduated ’cause i’m still goin’ dumber
i’m wonderin’, will they ever step they game up?
where i’m from we’re really different
no, they cannot change us
they change up, but we stick to the script
vallejo to the city to the rich
in the town where it go down
know you shouldn’t bring your ho ’round
i refer myself to him as my pr_noun
i could never be worried about no b_tch
you the type to be trickin’ and never hit
me, too solid, i’m concrete, i keep it funky
she stay blowin’ me up, sayin’ she want me

[chorus]
in this thang, fired up, back lit
i could get a big bag quick
poke it out, turn around, lift that sh_t
b_tch, this that sh_t
in this thang, fired up, back lit
i could get a big bag quick
poke it out, turn around, lift that sh_t
b_tch, this that sh_t
[interlude]
bounce that thing ’til you can’t no more
bou_ bou_, bou_ bou_ bou_ bou_
bounce that thing ’til you can’t no more
bou_ bou_, bou_ bou_ bou_
like you strip at a club in the a_t_l
bou_ bou_, bou_ bou_ bou_
like you strip at a club in the a_t_l
lil’ freak tore it up, they started raisin’ h_ll
bounce that thing ’til you can’t no more
bou_ bou_, bou_ bou_ bou_
bounce that thing ’til you can’t no more
(p_lo, time to bring the bass back)

[refrain]
one, two, what it do?
i’m turnt up, i ain’t tryin’ to be rude
three, four, what it’s for?
wanna see you shake a little more
five, six, don’t quit
imagine how she do it on a (d_ck)
seven, eight, think straight
do it for me, you ain’t gotta meditate

[verse 2]
i’ma call her right now, that sh_t over with
b_tch, i got chanel for my deodorant
i’m in a tesla with your ho in it
i’m a batter when she throwin’ it
had to give her my condolences
they’ve been dyin’ for me to lose
i’m a mood, yeah i’m out here ’cause i got a lot to prove
to the moon, it ain’t nothin’ i could swoon
i’m the realest in the room
like the mafia how we move
oh, you ain’t introduced?
let me learn you some
ayy, california, hot boy, got it burnin’ up
like serena when i’m servin’ up
they throwin’ shots, not the moderna one, free fo
when he home, we gon’ turn ’em up
ayy, yeah, yeah i got more dollars than i got mentions
i don’t care how bad she is, i am not trickin’
i could own a popeye’s how i got chicken
[refrain]
one, two, what it do?
i’m turnt up, i ain’t tryin’ to be rude
three, four, what it’s for?
wanna see you shake a little more
five, six, don’t quit
imagine how she do it on a d_ck
seven, eight, think straight
do it for me, you ain’t gotta meditate

- p lo lyrics

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