Stunna 歌词

Doomshop, motherfucka O-Okay baby, please don't tell me what to do I'm gonna keep up all my shit, you know the Freddie never lose Got the hoes in the back Matter of fact, I keep a gat I just say it every song I see you when you alone It's a callout to the bitch talking all that silly shit I'm a boss mane, chicken things Why you acting crazy, mane? Ooh, I got it in my backpack now Look inside the pocket and you acting all astound Freddie, how you get this, I just can't believe my eyes What the fuck I'm looking at now? Where the fuck my knife? That thing use perception, got to put this shit together Fuck that old man, fuck that weather Step up to the plate You know the Freddie stole your money What a bummer, I'm a big old stunna' Flexing on these bitches, what the fuck you talking 'bout? Big dog shit, rocking Burberry, bitch Step up to the plate You know the Freddie stole your money What a bummer, I'm a big old stunna' Flexing on these bitches, what the fuck you talking 'bout? Big dog shit, rocking Burberry, bitch