Stunna 4 Vegas - LOU WILL Lyrics
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LOU WILL
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What Are The Lyrics For LOU WILL By Stunna 4 Vegas?
I'm the one and I shoot like Lou Will
I'm bleedin' like they cut off my fingers Conceited, I like countin' blue bills That lil' nigga bald like Lil' Bill Say you a killer we don't know who you is He touchin' that fire in real life he won't shoot shit Freaky I might just pull up with a new bitch Like I got a fever I'm too sick I'm bussin', she rollin' Off this perc we gone f*ck 'til the morning I got her runnin' and moanin' Come here lil' hoe where you goin' She cold, I'm icy I came in this bitch, it started snowing Nigga claim he don't like me, wanna be just like me Act like a opp, he a fan I know it They wanna see me fall Feet in the dirt they won't knock me off Before that I'ma kill 'em all I drop a bag and get rid of y'all That bitch wanna f*ck me raw Put my hand up her skirt when she top me off We rockin' with Glocks like it's Mardi Gras Nigga think with yo head before we saw it off She sucked the dick 'til her jaws locked You would've thought she was on molly raw Won't f*ck me better look like a barbie doll I had to cut some niggas off 'cause they wasn't ready when gangsta shit start poppin' off Bitch you know I'm dope like Fentanyl My lil' niggas lift up then let him off Anyone who's an opp I pray for y'all Open fire with this Glock and spray all of y'all I'm the one and I shoot like Lou Will I'm bleedin' like they cut off my fingers Conceited, I like countin' blue bills That lil' nigga bald like Lil' Bill Say you a killer we don't know who you is He touchin' that fire in real life he won't shoot shit Freaky I might just pull up with a new bitch Like I got a fever I'm too sick Ay, bitch I love countin' blue bills She a freak she just swallowed the blue pill She wanna f*ck on the guys, she like yo crew lit We push up out of the bed hoppin' out in some new shit Like DJ drop my new shit The latest the youngin' be draped in some new shit My old hoe ain't got shit on my new bitch I catch an opp, gotta get me a new stick Pull up with this mac, who you with They knockin' you off and who you with You know I got that Nike, just do it No advance bitch I been ran through it I'm the man these lil' niggas influenced Hundred grand in a month I blew it Pay you late, you stank manure, sewer Time 'fore time what the f*ck was he doing Bitch I came up from the cement She tryna catch my semen Hoe tryna kill my kids I'm tryna make the opps meet the reaper God on my side but I be with demons F*ck the stack 2020 I might get a demon Bitch I'm blowin' racks at Neiman's My lil' niggas blow opps for no reason We wet shit and stretch shit We tryna send shots not a message Keep this Glock bitch I'm very protective Me and my body guard getting active together Bitch play and we step on whoever Who want it, nobody, who better than Stunna Lil' 4 times bitch I seen several of them You lil' niggas need to get it together |
Who Wrote LOU WILL By Stunna 4 Vegas?
Ruslan Nikolaev, Khalick Antonio Caldwell
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