Musica de Stunna Girl del Genero: Rap Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Rap son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Stunna Girl tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Rap, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
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STUNNA THIS STUNNA THAT Lyrics[Intro]
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I'm the president of y'all hoes, who pussy's better than mines?
You hear me? (Ha)
Stunna the motherfuckin' girly, you hear me, though?
Ha (Ha)
[Chorus]
Stunna this, Stunna that (Ha)
Make sure y'all hoes tell 'em my Brazilian ass fat (Ha)
Stunna this, Stunna that (Stunna)
Make sure y'all hoes tell 'em my Brazilian ass fat (I'm a motherfuckin' trendsetter)
[Verse]
Tell 'em how my pockets and my pussy both fat (Ha)
Your nigga hit my line up, he ain't never comin' back (Ha)
Thirty inches down my back, don't bring bitches to the trap (Rrah)
Sacramento's finest, ho, I put the valley on the map (Rrah-rrah)
Show mе a hundred thousand (Show me a hundred thousand)
Until thеn, bum bitch, stop bad mouthin' (Bum bitch)
Until then, bum bitch, stop bad mouthin' (You a bum-ass bitch)
Spazzin' on a ho, go from zero to a thousand (Rrah)
Spazzin' on a ho, your baby daddy fresh out (Ha)
Took your lil' dough, you over there stressed out (Stressed out)
Everybody and they mama know, Stunna Girl best out (Know it)
Only time I'm in the spot when they bring them checks out (You a bum-ass bitch)
Bands bustin' out the rubber bands (Rrah, fah, fah)
It don't stop runnin', can't count with both hands (Ha)
Spend a bag on this pussy, nigga, put it in my hands
Opp hoes hella weird 'cause they used to be fans (Hahaha)
Pipe down, be quiet (Pipe down)
You a basic-ass bitch, basic shit get y'all excited
See the envy in y'all face, y'all don't even try to hide it
Couldn't stand to stand alone, so you hatin' hoes united (Hatin'-ass bitch)
Page not private, it's public on purpose (Ha, ha)
Me battle you? That's not even a Versuz
No crib, no ice, wearin' fake purses (No crib, no ice, no purse)
Your nigga hella boosie and he got you feelin' worthless (You a bum-ass bitch)
For everybody, hella dusty, he a bopper (Dusty, woo, woo)
With them dusty gold teeth and they turnin' copper (Bah, bah)
Every day, I'm eatin' lobster (Ha)
Get your money up, you a Stunna Girl imposter
Pooh Stunna hella cocky, he an asshole (Asshole)
Kickin' bitches out the spot, only bad hoes (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
If I ever get the drop, I'ma tag hoes (Ha, ha, ha)
Roach got hands, they was scared to run it back, though (Run it back, though)
Attention is what you lack, ho (Run it back, though)
You busy bein' messy and he busy barebackin' hoes (Run it back, though)
And I am nothin' like you (Ha)
You happy niggas wanna fuck, let's enlight you
You can't get one nigga to wife you (Ha)
Desperate, wack bitch, only jail niggas write you (Desperate bitch)
Yeah, and he don't wanna talk that bag talk (Ha)
Heels on they neck, hoes gettin' catwalked (Ayy, Stunna)
I ain't doin' half-off features for a verse
That's them broke rap bitches, hoes gettin' reimbursed (Ayy, broke-ass bitch)
Throwback bitches with an empty-ass purse (You a bum-ass bitch)
I'm the top baddest bitch from the Sacramento turf (Nerd)
From the Sacramento turf, who pockets fatter than mine? (Who pockets fatter than mines?)
I'm the president of y'all hoes, who pussy better than mines? (President of y'all hoes)
Case closed, while y'all hoes in the back of the line (I'm the president of y'all hoes)
Bow down, pussy ho, the city is mine (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
And I dare a ho to act like she pressin' the line (Ha, ha)
Hit that nappy-head ho with this big four-five (Rrah)
Hatin' on a real bitch, didn't stop my shine (Real bitch)
I look at myself every day like, damn, I'm fine (Ha, it's the girly girl)
[Chorus]
Stunna this, Stunna that
Make sure y'all hoes tell 'em my Brazilian ass fat
Stunna this, Stunna that
Make sure y'all hoes tell 'em my Brazilian ass fat (Hatin' on a real bitch, didn't stop my shine)