Chetta – Number One Stunna

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Bitch throw your fucking sets up
Ain’t no tryna press up
I ain’t gotta check up
Choppa leave em swept up
Momma crying wept up
Awh man thats fucked up
Piling up a key bump
Stuff another double cup
Pissing on you dirty hoes
Mixing up a dirty four
Gripping on a dirty pole
Thats a dirty thirty woah
Ima hold
Court up in the streets
Block is hot
Im in the heat
Milligrams is all i need
Spent a milly in the streets

This that late night
Get right
Come and take flight
If the head right
Neck right
She can stay the night
Bitch i just might
Just might
Come and end ya life
Hold up sit tight
Play nice
Bitch ill get you right

Feel like kneviel
Smoking illegal
Living so evil
Evel kneviel
On the edge
Im going deeper
On the edge
Im going deeper

Off the lean
Like justin beiber
I ain’t a rapper
Drug dealer
Dont you ever hit my line
Give a fuck about your feature
Catch me mobbin with that iron
Smoking nine millimeters
Pour my eight in 2 liters
Ima late night creeper

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Feel like kneviel
Smoking illegal
Living so evil
Evel kneviel
On the edge
Im going deeper
On the edge
Im going deeper

Off the dope
Like wiz khalifa
Kick ya door
Like knocking speakers
Give a fuck about you either
Only ride for my people
Put the reaper on you hoes
Fuck ya clout
We not equal
All my life been living lethal
Ima late night demon

Feel like kneviel
Smoking illegal
Living so evil
Evel kneviel
On the edge
Im going deeper
On the edge
Im going deeper

This that late night
Get right
Come and take flight
If the head right
Neck right
She can stay the night
Bitch i just might
Just might
Come and end ya life
Hold up sit tight
Play nice
Bitch ill get you right

Feel like kneviel
Smoking illegal
Living so evil
Evel kneviel
On the edge
Im going deeper
On the edge
Im going deeper