Stunna 4 Vegas - ON FYE Lyrics

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ON FYE

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What Are The Lyrics For ON FYE By Stunna 4 Vegas?
Uh, uh
Uh, uh It's Rich Youngin', bitch Coast 41, nigga (Hollo) Stupid ass nigga, f*ck, ha She wanna see how I live so, I'ma show her Bitch I got the bags, like I'm a grower The clip extended, you know its showin' I just popped some Perkies you know I'm rollin' Mix yo bro with exotic it keep me going Big Glock on my hip while I perform My niggas slide in yo strip with them heaters on Stunna on fire somebody ring the alarm Bitch I'm on fire I'ma run this shit all the way up till I die Play with me he betta not try to Or you can and get hit with that fye We deep like 300 Spartan Spark shit like the 4th of July Young nigga came from the apartments I was broke But still had the Glick on my side A nigga can slip and get hit on my side Try to spin on my side and we flipping the ride He say he bussin' he lyin' he hiding He a bitch ain't never slung iron I won't open my mouth or I'ma open fire Want smoke with us commit suicide Put dick down her throat tell her open wide She a eater the hoe tryna chew the guys I bang red but I'm blue inside Why you say that My heart cold I'm bout my chicken like Roscoe's Pressure on they be tucking they tacos Marathon I ran on racks up I'm fuckin' that bitch with my strap and my ice on Big Slime 4 times a Python This nigga touch me and we slidin' all night long She wanna see how I live so, I'ma show her Bitch I got the bags, like I'ma grower The clip extended, you know its showin' I just popped some Perkies you know I'm rollin' Mix ya bro with exotic it keep me going Big Glock on my hip while I perform My niggas slide in yo strip with them heaters on Stunna on fire somebody ring the alarm It's up like a plane My lil nigga wanted some stain He don't want no smoke that nigga want fame We'll smoke a nigga like Mary Jane GBE I let it bang BDB rich youngin' fucked up the game Big Stunna dope like Eddie Kane You say you want my chain then we want ya brain I spent twenty racks on the case F*ck it bitch I got the racks in the bank Water my Rollie my wrist in the sink Flocka four times I go hard in the paint Baby j scrap em up With that K Smoke a nigga in public like we in LA You playin' you get shot in yo muthafuckin' face Give a f*ck what you heard about back in the day Wherever you want with it I won't show a bitch no pity Shit easy as cake bitch I go BAPE They might mistake me for a Gorilla Chosen one bitch I'ma go getter If I want her I'ma go get her You wanna killed bout a hoe nigga Nah Ion want yo hoe nigga Bitch I'm from the four nigga You always see Stunna with four niggas Or more niggas That's four more pistols I'm the goat I won't go like no hoe nigga Green light it's a go 2020 I need twenty for a show nigga Matter a fact twenty-five or more nigga I went big but I'm finna go bigger That young nigga got money like a old nigga On gang nigga |
Who Wrote ON FYE By Stunna 4 Vegas?
Khalick Antonio Caldwell, Lemarcus Robertson
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