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Stunna Girl – Next Level lyrics
You know what the fuck is goin on
I ain't gotta tell you bitch
Youhearmedoe?
Fuck the next up
Bitch im comin for yo spot
Even my opp bitches
Out here givin me my props
Tryna stack as much as possible
Fuck buyin me a watch
What you see is what you get
This the real me
Give this pussy to another nigga
Told me he'll kill me
You feel me?
Nah i dont expect you to
A nigga gon fuck wit me different
Than how he fucks wit you
Bitch we will never be on the same level
Stupid bitch we will never be on the same level
Im the type to get it all
You the type to settle
Stupid bitch we will never be on the same level
I just mixed some {?} wit that rebel
I just fucked up some cash
Some shit i didn't need
Actin Hollywood
Leavin messages on seen
I ain't gotta set the record straight lil bitch
(yes sir)
You can see im on that next level shit
(yes sir)
I ain't gotta set the record straight lil bitch
You see im on that next level shit
I can't respond to you muthafuckas
Yall ain't shit
I ain't never acted fake
Why would I start now
Back then I was a star and ima star now
When it comes to bein dope im the cartel
Bitch my whole family sellin drugs
Like the cartel
Stupid bitch
We will never be on the same level
Im tryna lay low so Im mobbin up that rental
Me and my sisters
Is the most poppin outta Sacramento
This shit was posed to happen
It ain't happen accidental
Lil mainey bitch I turn dirt up into gold
Still prayin for my granny
She can't leave them drugs alone
Sleepin on these cold floors made a bitch cold
Now this project princess international
Salute a real bitch when you see me
I can't offer you no discount nigga
This ain't DDs
You gettin preggo
While my pockets gettin preggo by yo BD
And bitch you throwin salt a
And then I catch you tryna be me
Im on my John Cena shit
Man you hoes can't see me
You thought I was just talkin
Bet you didn't believe me
Lul gangsta ass bitch
They was just hollin free me
Now my lil ratchet ass
Pull up walkin on yo TV
Bitch
Sippin wine gettin pampered
(Finesse)
The art of finesse
I got it mastered
(finesse)
I like mean niggas
That stingy wit the dick
That won't even entertain
Or LOL a bitch
Fuck the next up
Bitch Im comin for yo spot
Even my opp bitches
Out here givin me my props
In the streets ima lady
In the sheets ima thot
All eyes on me
Like im 2Pac
The finances turn me on
So we can't have a connection
Get yo weight up hoe
You be lookin like you be stressin
And that dude you takin serious
Is the dude im finessin
And that bitch you showin off
Is tryna be my reflection
Its illegal weapons and drugs
All in our possession
12 behind us so I flip that bitch
On that intersection
Im the right bitch
Wit the right direction
Nigga yous a cornball
And I can't make no exceptions
You got sum good pussy?
Get that nigga whipped
Bitch do yo dance moves on the dick
I see that fresh line up
With them fresh ass kicks
Its a young nigga world baby
Ima young bitch
If you got sum good pussy
Get that nigga whipped
Bitch do yo dance moves on the dick
I see that fresh line up
With them fresh ass kicks
Its a young nigga world baby
Ima young bitch
While you goin out sad
I made another bag
Flex so inappropriate
Im finna get flagged
{?}
Can you get me wetter than any nigga
I ever had
Head hotshot
Yes I want all the smoke
Youngest in the crowd
But I showed you all the ropes
You letting niggas fuck you
That can't even buy you soap
Im gettin paid to talk my shit bitch
Im the fuckin GOAT
Yo new tape that you dropped
You ain't even wrote
I damn near freestyled
All the bars I ever spoke
Bitch I fuck wit the gang leader
Bitch yo nigga is a baby loc
Bitch when you in my car
They get it fired up
No fuckin poke {?}
I ain't gotta set the record straight lil bitch
You could see im on some next level shit
Pooty told me sit back and stop fightin lil sis
You finna be bigger than every little rap bitch
We on that next level shit
You know what the fuck is goin on
I ain't gotta tell you bitch
Sleepin on these cold floors
Thats what made a bitch cold
Now this project princess international
International
(Don Dada)
Ima don dada
I ain't gotta tell you bitch
Youhearmedoe?
Fuck the next up
Bitch im comin for yo spot
Even my opp bitches
Out here givin me my props
Tryna stack as much as possible
Fuck buyin me a watch
What you see is what you get
This the real me
Give this pussy to another nigga
Told me he'll kill me
You feel me?
Nah i dont expect you to
A nigga gon fuck wit me different
Than how he fucks wit you
Bitch we will never be on the same level
Stupid bitch we will never be on the same level
Im the type to get it all
You the type to settle
Stupid bitch we will never be on the same level
I just mixed some {?} wit that rebel
I just fucked up some cash
Some shit i didn't need
Actin Hollywood
Leavin messages on seen
I ain't gotta set the record straight lil bitch
(yes sir)
You can see im on that next level shit
(yes sir)
I ain't gotta set the record straight lil bitch
You see im on that next level shit
I can't respond to you muthafuckas
Yall ain't shit
I ain't never acted fake
Why would I start now
Back then I was a star and ima star now
When it comes to bein dope im the cartel
Bitch my whole family sellin drugs
Like the cartel
Stupid bitch
We will never be on the same level
Im tryna lay low so Im mobbin up that rental
Me and my sisters
Is the most poppin outta Sacramento
This shit was posed to happen
It ain't happen accidental
Lil mainey bitch I turn dirt up into gold
Still prayin for my granny
She can't leave them drugs alone
Sleepin on these cold floors made a bitch cold
Now this project princess international
Salute a real bitch when you see me
I can't offer you no discount nigga
This ain't DDs
You gettin preggo
While my pockets gettin preggo by yo BD
And bitch you throwin salt a
And then I catch you tryna be me
Im on my John Cena shit
Man you hoes can't see me
You thought I was just talkin
Bet you didn't believe me
Lul gangsta ass bitch
They was just hollin free me
Now my lil ratchet ass
Pull up walkin on yo TV
Bitch
Sippin wine gettin pampered
(Finesse)
The art of finesse
I got it mastered
(finesse)
I like mean niggas
That stingy wit the dick
That won't even entertain
Or LOL a bitch
Fuck the next up
Bitch Im comin for yo spot
Even my opp bitches
Out here givin me my props
In the streets ima lady
In the sheets ima thot
All eyes on me
Like im 2Pac
The finances turn me on
So we can't have a connection
Get yo weight up hoe
You be lookin like you be stressin
And that dude you takin serious
Is the dude im finessin
And that bitch you showin off
Is tryna be my reflection
Its illegal weapons and drugs
All in our possession
12 behind us so I flip that bitch
On that intersection
Im the right bitch
Wit the right direction
Nigga yous a cornball
And I can't make no exceptions
You got sum good pussy?
Get that nigga whipped
Bitch do yo dance moves on the dick
I see that fresh line up
With them fresh ass kicks
Its a young nigga world baby
Ima young bitch
If you got sum good pussy
Get that nigga whipped
Bitch do yo dance moves on the dick
I see that fresh line up
With them fresh ass kicks
Its a young nigga world baby
Ima young bitch
While you goin out sad
I made another bag
Flex so inappropriate
Im finna get flagged
{?}
Can you get me wetter than any nigga
I ever had
Head hotshot
Yes I want all the smoke
Youngest in the crowd
But I showed you all the ropes
You letting niggas fuck you
That can't even buy you soap
Im gettin paid to talk my shit bitch
Im the fuckin GOAT
Yo new tape that you dropped
You ain't even wrote
I damn near freestyled
All the bars I ever spoke
Bitch I fuck wit the gang leader
Bitch yo nigga is a baby loc
Bitch when you in my car
They get it fired up
No fuckin poke {?}
I ain't gotta set the record straight lil bitch
You could see im on some next level shit
Pooty told me sit back and stop fightin lil sis
You finna be bigger than every little rap bitch
We on that next level shit
You know what the fuck is goin on
I ain't gotta tell you bitch
Sleepin on these cold floors
Thats what made a bitch cold
Now this project princess international
International
(Don Dada)
Ima don dada
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