P-Lo - Stunna Anthem

Uh
Yeah-yeah, ayy
Ooh, whoa (Cássio)
Yeah, ayy (P-Lo, time to bring the bass back)
Yeah

In this thang, fired up, back lit
I could get a big bag quick
Poke it out, turn around, lift that shit
Bitch, this that shit
In this thang, fired up, back lit
I could get a big bag quick
Poke it out, turn around, lift that shit
Bitch, this that shit

I'm wavy, baby, I'm out here butter
Ain't graduated 'cause I'm still goin' dumber
I'm wonderin', will they ever step they game up?
Where I'm from we're really different
No, they cannot change us
They change up, but we stick to the script
Vallejo to The City to The Rich
In The Town where it go down
Know you shouldn't bring your ho 'round
I refer myself to him as my pronoun
I (I) could never be worried about no bitch
You (you) the type to be trickin' and never hit
Me (me), too solid, I'm concrete, I keep it funky
She stay blowin' me up, sayin' she want me

In this thang, fired up, back lit
I could get a big bag quick
Poke it out, turn around, lift that shit
Bitch, this that shit
In this thang, fired up, back lit
I could get a big bag quick
Poke it out, turn around, lift that shit
Bitch, this that shit

Bounce that thing 'til you can't no more
Bou- bou-, bou- bou- bou- bou-
Bounce that thing 'til you can't no more
Bou- bou-, bou- bou- bou-
Like you strip at a club in the A-T-L
Bou- bou-, bou- bou- bou-
Like you strip at a club in the A-T-L
Lil' freak tore it up, they started raisin' hell
Bounce that thing 'til you can't no more
Bou- bou-, bou- bou- bou-
Bounce that thing 'til you can't no more (ayy, ayy, ayy)
(P-Lo, time to bring the bass back)

One, two, what it do?
I'm turnt up, I ain't tryin' to be rude
Three, four, what it's for?
Wanna see you shake a little more
Five, six, don't quit
Imagine how she do it on a (dick)
Seven, eight, think straight
Do it for me, you ain't gotta meditate

I'ma call her right now, that shit over with
Bitch, I got Chanel for my deodorant
I'm in a Tesla with your ho in it
I'm a batter when she throwin' it
Had to give her my condolences
They've been dyin' for me to lose
I'm a mood, yeah, I'm out here 'cause I got a lot to prove
To the moon, it ain't nothin' I could swoon
I'm the realest in the room
Like the mafia how we move
Oh, you ain't introduced?
Let me learn you some'
Ayy, California, hot boy, it got her burnin' up
Like Serena when I'm servin' up
They throwin' shots, not the Moderna one, free Fo
When he home, we gon' turn 'em up
Ayy, yeah, yeah I got more dollars than I got mentions
I don't care how bad she is, I am not trickin'
I could own a Popeye's how I got chicken

One, two, what it do?
I'm turnt up, I ain't tryin' to be rude
Three, four, what it's for?
Wanna see you shake a little more
Five, six, don't quit
Imagine how she do it on a (dick)
Seven, eight, think straight
Do it for me, you ain't gotta meditate

Written by:
Paulo Rodriguez

Publisher:
Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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