Stunna 4 Vegas – Pay Me To Speak Lyrics

Stunna 4 Vegas Pay Me To Speak Lyrics

I make em pay me to speak
I won’t even talk to for free they say talk is cheap
so I put diamonds on my teeth
bitch you would’ve thought my niggas was perverts
how my niggas creep drop the window
let that choppa swang that shit sound like a beat
spot em pop em drop em
we make niggas bleed my opps
play hide and seek she love 4
come bring that top to me
bitch we don’t gotta do no talking hoe get on yo knees
Nigga I ain’t gone do no arguing or no copping pleas
Rae Rae son a G I crack a 4 and chuck the east
won’t the house without my heat
we smoking shit no swisher sweets
bitch if it ain’t my fye
then it’s them racks stuffed in my jeans
yeah I fill my cup with lean everybody eating my team
I can tell you why these niggas hate bitch cause we get the pape
we been back to back in all the SRT’s these lil niggas late
hefe tote that ARP just like a baby drac
Taliban think he Z be just might eat ya face
she let me paint her face she keeper super eater FN on me
sing just like Aliyah aye that’s my opp stopper
where ever we catch that Nigga that’s where we leave em
these niggas crime stoppers they wanna wolf on IG
but won’t get even nigga come get active nigga beefing on yo feed
I ain’t wolfing on yo status I’m tryna find out where they Be
so we can do another one nasty Swiss cheese the V
no paramedics them niggas play until we catch em it be RIPs and Get betters

I make em pay me to speak
I won’t even talk for free they say talk is cheap
so I put diamonds on my teeth nigga
I ain’t finna play with you
imma let my choppa speak my opps play hide-n-seek
catch that boy then hit delete , my bitch on fleek
these niggas just wanna be like me and live like me
but they can’t , get em spanked
dese niggas ain’t got chip like me
they ain’t gone crank or get a nigga flipped like me
I ain’t never got no gift for Father’s Day but I got mini me’s
could get rid of my enemies but they ain’t making noise
them niggas baby boys ain’t kids but we stay in toys
nigga you ain’t got no pape how you gone go to war
we sipping quake bitch we really drank we pouring 4s or more
no pin or pape, no pad or pen
no iPhone can’t write a chorus off the top
she come out her top like she on jersey shore
fuck nigga sent a diss I want his life of course
niggas trying to trick me out my muthafucking spot but I gotta stay on course
we still on the bullshit Nigga I need two or more
you ain’t gone do that shit 100 percent then what you do it for
these diamonds hit like a boxer in the fourth Round nigga
get gunned down then I go on tour

I make em pay me to speak
I won’t even talk for free they say talk is cheap
so I put diamonds on my teeth nigga
I ain’t Finna play with you
I let my choppa speak
aye listen P we’ll light yo shit up like a Christmas tree
we do a shh then switch the V
my opps play hide-n-seek
she give that top to me he ain’t looking for me he
be dodging me we get shit hot just like the carter 3
I wake up double coffee cup but this the wocky key
this ain’t no coffee bra ass
wolfing on that gram that’s where he lost me lol
bra bring me his head it won’t cost me nothing
cause I might be right there when we hopping out
dumping aye they get a Nigga wacked
they gone blame Stunna