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stunna 4 vegas & yrb tezz - aint squashin shyt (gdg mix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: stunna 4 vegas]
ayy (ayy)
ayy (ayy)
(monster)
ayy (ayy)
ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy)
(papa got no plug, n_gga)

[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
if we beefin’, n_gga, we ain’t squashing sh_t (f_ck it)
pull up on ’em, we’ll pop your sh_t (prr)
shooters with me, better watch your lip (gang)
my youngins show ’em how that glock can spit
i can show you how to hit a l!ck
they run off with sauce, watch ’em eat up the drip (b_tch)
i got these blues, might’ve thought i was crip
f_ck that b_tch from the back, man, that ho’s throwin’ fit (uh)
if we beefin’, n_gga, we ain’t squashing sh_t
pull up on ’em_pull up on ’em (bah), we’ll pop your sh_t (brrt)
shooters with me, better watch your lip (gang)
my youngins show ’em how that glock can spit
i can show you how to hit a l!ck
they run off with sauce, watch ’em eat up the drip (b_tch)
i got these blues, might’ve thought i was crip
f_ck that b_tch from the back, man, that ho’s throwin’ fit (uh)
[verse 1: stunna 4 vegas]
bullets smoke a n_gga likе a zip (boom)
ayy, these n_ggas be jockin’ as sh_t (b_tch)
lil’ n_gga, but i’m poppin’ big sh_t
spin on who block? wе gon’ pop at his sh_t (skrrt)
ayy, i roll the backwood with your b_tch (gas)
she told me her n_gga a l!ck (b_tch)
i’m diggin’ all in her and giving her d_ck
diggin’ all in her, i’m leavin’ her sick (ayy)
pull out the camera, we might make a fl!ck
me and gang_me and gang lit in this b_tch like a bic (thot)
pull up with sticks, leave him zipped off the rip (boom)
we ain’t sayin’ sh_t, we gon’ stick to the script
ayy, f_ck with this sh_t, you get k!lled
g gon’ walk down, shoot that b_tch ’til it cl!ck (gone)
last n_gga played, lil’ n_gga got flipped
ayy, and tezz get them bands on a ship (ayy)
all day jumping like tip off
f_ck a n_gga_f_ck a n_gga b_tch, leave him p_ssed off (thot)
make her suck d_ck ’til it get soft (ayy)
n_gga say it’s_n_gga say it’s on and it get off
i want the chicken, no crystals (cash)
touch and glo hangin’ out the window
f_ck the lil’ box, get sh_t smoked (ayy)
f_ck the lil’_f_ck the lil’ box, get sh_t smoked (boom)
[chorus: stunna 4 vegas & yrb tezz]
if we beefin’, n_gga, we ain’t squashing sh_t (f_ck it)
pull up on ’em, we’ll pop your sh_t (prr)
shooters with me, better watch your lip (gang)
my youngins show ’em how that glock can spit
i can show you how to hit a l!ck
they run off with sauce, watch ’em eat up the drip (b_tch)
i got these blues, might’ve thought i was crip
f_ck that b_tch from the back, man, that ho’s throwin’ fit (uh)
if we beefin’, n_gga, we ain’t squashing sh_t (f_ck it)
pull up on ’em, we’ll pop your sh_t (prr)
shooters with me, better watch your lip (gang)
my youngins show ’em how that glock can spit
i can show you how to hit a l!ck
they run off with sauce, watch ’em eat up the drip (b_tch)
i got these blues, might’ve thought i was crip
f_ck that b_tch from the back (ooh), man, that ho’s throwin’ fit (ayy)

[verse 2: yrb tezz]
racked up like i hit a bank (like i hit a bank)
trap sh_t, b_tch, i do what you can’t (trap)
call my shooters, they did ran at your place (place)
act up, jojo eat the plate (yeah)
free wop, lil’ glo did the race (free wop)
face good, b_tch, i’m always ’round the way
if you want a ‘bow of verse, you gotta pay
diss the gang, man, i swear it ain’t safe
free all the bros, man, they eatin’ good every day (cap)
i’m in the ‘cat with the k
f_ck the talkin’, n_gga ain’t runnin’ phase (n_gga ain’t runnin’ phase)
b put the glock on his head like the fade
g got the ticket like an arcade (like an arcade)
poured up a four in a minute maid
got the stick on my hip when i’m on the stage (when i’m on the stage)
reach for my chain, make the frontpage
i’m a trapper, not a rapper (trapper, not a rapper)
get the pack and then i turn it to casper (then i turn it to casper)
get it sold ‘fore i bust out the wrapper (‘fore i bust out the wrapper)
not friendly, i don’t f_ck with you rappers (i don’t f_ck with you rappers)
touched fifty ‘fore your favorite rapper (‘fore your favorite rapper)
got the ‘bows and you know i’ma tax you (know i’ma tax)
f_ck scars and beefin’, come and take your package (slatt)
young n_ggas hittin’ l!cks for a fashion (gang, gang)
[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
if we beefin’, n_gga, we ain’t squashing sh_t (f_ck it)
pull up on ’em, we’ll pop your sh_t (prr)
shooters with me, better watch your lip (gang)
my youngins show ’em how that glock can spit
i can show you how to hit a l!ck
they run off with sauce, watch ’em eat up the drip (b_tch)
i got these blues, might’ve thought i was crip
f_ck that b_tch from the back, man, that ho’s throwin’ fit (uh)
if we beefin’, n_gga, we ain’t squashing sh_t
pull up on ’em, we’ll pop your sh_t (prr)
shooters with me, better watch your lip (gang)
my youngins show ’em how that glock can spit
i can show you how to hit a l!ck
they run off with sauce, watch ’em eat up the drip (b_tch)
i got these blues, might’ve thought i was crip
f_ck that b_tch from the back, man, that ho’s throwin’ fit (uh)

- stunna 4 vegas yrb tezz

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