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rome streetz - stunna كلمات الأغنية

[intro: sample & rome streetz]
this guy’s k!lled before!
it was too easy for him
yeah
we in this b_tch
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: rome streetz]
yeah, b_tch, ain’t sh_t changed, pockets stayin’ full of hunnids (uh_huh)
keep the steel by the stomach
diamond grill, i’m a stunna; if she trill, i’ma f_ck her (yeah)
thousand pills to the runner; countin’ bills when i wanna
plenty mils i’ma run up
dressed to k!ll, i’m a gunna; slime for real, never rat on my brothers (nah)
drop the work in the bubbles
in the murder mitt’, i’m with boldy and double (uh_huh)
grand theft auto was lit, now i’m rollin’ legit in that h_llcat with all of the muscles (skrrt)
two hunnid on the dashboard; if your song come on, we fast_forward (y’all n_ggas trash)
whoevеr let you in the studio should get shot, rеcordin’ that trash noise
leveled up, now my wrist glittery (bling!); all of the haters in misery
i skate in a benz with all the amenities; none of these n_ggas ain’t lit as me (nah)
on the road to riches, got a bl!ck, a brick and your b_tch in the middle seat (what else?)
you ballin’, but that sh_t little league; my sh_t lit out in italy
started off with a slice, but i always had a plot to get a bigger piece (uh_huh)
got my hands on a pie, lettin’ zips fly, i had a trap in the east, gettin’ cash
my eyes only recognize dollar signs, i’m addicted to the bag (money)
slow down? nah, b_tch, i’m livin’ fast
blowin’ rounds, big bl!cky in the stash (bah! bah!)
[verse 2: double dee & boldy james]
yeah, gang, money long as the l train (cheeewm)
two tears in a bucket, f_ck it
i’m who taught ’em how to hustle; they was ballin’ on a budget
i was servin’ all the cluckers; thirty_pointers in my buffies (buffies)
rollie, cuttin’ up in traffic (yeah); boldy bustin’ up a backy
up the strig, i don’t trust it (i don’t); hunnid bands in my luggage
got the guns and the b_tter (uh); little man, did i stutter?
stuntman in a hummer, poppin’ bands with my brother
one hand wash the other (uh_uh)
in the trap with the takers; red rag on a thumper
put a tag on his taper
rumble pak on a drac_y, head_top you with the caker (drr_r_rt)
yeah, hoe, clip long as my elbow, stuck to me like velcro
when the chair roll, got the tec with the air holes, leave you stiff as a scarecrow (yeah)
pumpin’ big blow; now we fronted your distro, cuban doin’ the disco (yeah)
money mitch flow; your b_tch love how my wrist glow
tricky dance moves, no sisqo
never froze or had cold feet; pullin’ all_nighters, gettin’ no sleep
play with gang, you know i’m gon’ tweak
shout to rome streetz, it’s been a long week
sold a hundred lil’ bo_peeps, now it’s twenty bad b_tches on fleek
got me kickin’ up chickens with no grease (what else?)

[verse 3: boldy james]
yeah, it’s true; everything that i say, i do
really am who i say i’m is (yeah, uh_huh)
really play with strigs, sig sauers and katydids (bah)
growin’ up, we was bebe kids
duckin’ atf (ay) and the task, the way we live
catch a strap, they gon’ say it’s his
i’ma say it’s not; if they run in and raid the spot
pop up on you, this ain’t a quiz (uh_uh)
jammin’ rock like a jamaican kid; either break bread, or we gon’ break a rib (cha_ching)
sippin’ syrup out in mapleridge, got my p_ss purple when i take a whiz (pour up)
pourin’ up lean, all the dope that i touch clean
dropping red thicker than some duck sauce (straight drop)
n_ggas in the ghetto playin’ dirty with the wop, chasin’ all the clucks off
seven_sixin’ in the drug zone, servin’ custos, duckin’ jumpouts (blockworks)
all them b_tches speakin’ down on the jones, left them b_tches with the yuckmouth (ugh)
ducked off in the spig off [?], countin’ up a hun’ bun (sk_skrrt)
n_ggas know not to call the batphone if it ain’t about the mon_ion (h_llo?)
stick up, playin’ field hockey; know these n_ggas wanna k!llshot me
spend twenty, get sixty back; hunnid_fifty racks, that’s a real profit
you ain’t never did a ninety_ball off the tylenol, havin’ tunnel vision (never touched that)
everything is all paper, all scratch, all skrilla
‘specially when you run with k!llas
[outro: boldy james]
where we at?
creatures

- rome streetz

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