Paroles de la chanson Welcome to 4 Vegas par Stunna 4 Vegas

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Paroles de la chanson Welcome to 4 Vegas par Stunna 4 Vegas

Yeah, uh-huh
(Hollo)
(Ayy, Hollo, turn me up)
Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
(Glizzy, what you cookin' up?)

Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
You know I'm still takin' risks
She trip, then I replace the bitch
I get 'em spent then I replace the sticks
I get 'em spent, I'm uppin' the smoke
Up with this blick, he tuckin' and roll
She reach for my dick, almost let off the pole
Know I stay with my fire like I stay with my bros
Know I stay with my gun like I stay with my bitch
Niggas broke in the car, nigga, ain't snatch shit

I think it was karma, I used to hit licks
502 to the 2, bitch, I came from them bricks
The day I lost racks, know I had to get rich
Quick left with 'em then I ran it up quick
Now my money blue like a Crip
I won't diss an opp 'cause I'm tryna get him zipped

Yeah, I'm tryna get him burned, murked (Get him outta here)
Take a pic, put him on a shirt, grab a blick, we finna go lurk
They gon' hate when you come from the dirt
Spit crack, I got rich off of words
I sit back, killers spin on your curb
Ten racks, they gon' put in some work
And they won't come back until some learn
Or until somebody mama cryin'

These choppers sing like lullabies
Them niggas gon' rat when it's time to slide
He know we on his hat so he gotta hide
We rock niggas to sleep like a rock-a-bye
I was doin' the shows, my alibi
Nigga run up on me, I'ma let it fly
'Fore I go like a ho, it's a homicide

Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
You know I'm still takin' risks
She trip, then I replace the bitch
I get 'em spent then I replace the sticks
I get 'em spent, I'm uppin' the smoke
Up with this blick, he tuckin' and roll
She reach for my dick, almost let off the pole
Know I stay with my fire like I stay with my bros
Know I stay with my gun like I stay with my bitch
Niggas broke in the car, nigga, ain't snatch shit

I think it was karma, I used to hit licks
502 to the 2, bitch, I came from them bricks
The day I lost racks, know I had to get rich
Quick left with 'em then I ran it up quick
Now my money blue like a Crip
I won't diss an opp 'cause I'm tryna get him zipped

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