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lirik lagu stressin’ – vil

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[intro: vil]
mathias, hahahaha
yeah

[chorus: vil]
ayy, why you stressin’?
ayy, why you talkin’? (talk)
b*tches talkin’ just to talk, b*tch, i don’t do the talkin’ (talkin’)
we could hop inside the lam, b*tch, we could get it poppin’ (skrrt)
i ain’t flexin’ for the gram, b*tch, i am really poppin’ (yeah, yeah)
ayy, why you stressin’? (why you stressin’?)
ayy, why you talkin’? (talkin’?)
b*tches talkin’ just to talk, b*tch, i don’t do the talkin’
we could hop inside the lam, b*tch, we could get it poppin’ (skrrt, poppin’)
i ain’t flexin’ for the gram, b*tch, i am really poppin’ (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: vil]
ayy, ayy, i’m with tes x and she just popped an x (pop)
i’m cruisin’ in the model x, well, she gon’ give me neck (vroom)
i got the glock on me, i told my bro, “go hold the tec” (pop)
and please don’t talk to me, i do not care, just save your breath
proud of me (proud), i know she proud of me (yeah)
when i step inside the function, all the hate surrounding me
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
he got hit ’cause he was clownin’ me
i don’t think he gon’ make it ’cause the bullets hit his artery (godd*mn)
let’s get right to the point, and why you keep on callin’ me?
you see me doin’ good, so you tellin’ me you sorry (huh?)
get that fake sh*t out my life, surrounded by love, these people part of me
why you stressin’ ’bout a b*tch when i’m more worried ’bout which car to bring? d*mn (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
[chorus: vil]
ayy, why you stressin’? (stress)
ayy, why you talkin’?
b*tches talkin’ just to talk, b*tch, i don’t do the talkin’ (uh*uh)
we could hop inside the lam, b*tch, we could get it poppin’ (skrrt)
i ain’t flexin’ for the gram, b*tch, i am really poppin’
ayy, why you stressin’? (why you stressin’?)
ayy, why you talkin’? (talkin’?)
b*tches talkin’ just to talk, b*tch, i don’t do the talkin’
we could hop inside the lam, b*tch, we could get it poppin’ (get it poppin’)
i ain’t flexin’ for the gram, b*tch, i am really poppin’ (skrrrt)

[verse 2: tes x]
yeah, i don’t give a f*ck, i feel the same now
i just bought a f*cking coupe and blew the f*cking brains out
n*ggas say i’m switchin’ for the motherf*cking fame now
only f*cking thing i’m switching is my f*cking lanes now
they should call me drake ’cause i never been the same (okay)
p*ssy boy talkin’ all that sh*t, we play your brain (oh yeah)
i was robbin’, stealin’, n*ggas, i was taking chains
and i f*cked a n*gga’s b*tch ’cause he was actin’ super lame (shh)
we been gettin’ money
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t and saying that i’m up to something
but i ain’t up to nothing, b*tch, i’m tryna stack these hunnids
blue face bills in the back like i’m a junky
blue face bills, i’m a pump him like a—
double cupped, the mud up
we be throwin’ gang signs ’cause my n*ggas bloods, yuh
i was in the prison doin’ push ups, gettin’ cut up
we gon’ send ’em sh*lls, we gon’ give that boy a buzz cut
stop all the talkin’, little b*tch, shut the f*ck up

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