Текст песни Paranoia / #1 Stunna - Fxxxxy

Paranoia / #1 Stunna

My gun is hidden by your purses
In case you turn on me like the world did
I don’t feel like I’m really worth it
Flawed Up Shawty they call me, I’m not perfect
Set up the ambiance
I’m about to lay you down on camera
I’m about to make you all my business
And my word is everything I got, I got, I got
I had the strap hidden while she was sucking on me in the drop
Cause' I never know which one of these bitches I turn on gone turn on me
I had some lessons I had to learn, it left some bullets and burns on m
If these hoes had thy way then they’d leave me dead they’d leave me dead
They’d leave me dead
Driving in the coupe I swear I only see red, I only see red
Always gotta stay prepared, always prepared, always prepared
Paranoia is lurking, I’ve seen it in person
My gun is hidden by your purses
Diamonds on the wrist while these demons under the bed
I don’t feel like I’m really worth it
2 C’s with my fingers, throwing up the set
World premiere, nigga
Cash, stunna, I’m the, number, one, stunna
(You ain’t never heard this!)
Number, one, stunna
I’m the, number, one, stunna
(New Desert Storm!)
«FXXXXY don’t fuck with niggas,» yeah, you heard
Pussy niggas getting all they deserve
Got no stains but I came from the dirt
Had to learn to get it right off the curb
Eating pussy make me talk with a slur
So many diamonds now her vision is blurred
Making threats? I can tell that you thirsty
That ain’t your gang yeah it look real rehearsed
(Cash Cartel)
Yeah
Looking real hurt
Knew you was pussy I was waiting to confirm
Made some mistakes but you live and you learn
We just been patiently waiting and working
We the new Cash Money, Juvie and Turk
Pinky ring in the cup, icing the syrup
That’s for my slime I don’t sip it on purpose
Whipping that woo, you want it? they serve it
(Exclusive nigga!)
Taliban gang got the stick in the turban
She gave me head, I thanked her for her service
I got my foot on they neck with no mercy
Repping CC but still call me Lil Birdie
Happened on accident, it was my purpose
Loyal my dogs, we all speak german
I’m on the front line, I’m looking assertive
Can’t split it up if you tried to desert us
Stunna, I’m the, number, one, stunna
I’m the, number, one, stunna
(Shout out to Pleasant Grove!)
Number, one, stunna
Im the, number, one, stunna
All my Duncanville niggas, what’s up!