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Stamina Video (MV)




Performed By: Los
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Carlos Unzueta




Los - Stamina Lyrics




Servin the pack out the back of the Honda
Slithery slimy young anaconda
Test me get ghosted like Cosmo and Wanda
I'm gettin' these commas just for my mama
Ten years from now won't have no problems
I rap how I rap cause come from the bottom
She in a bikini she look like a model
After I f*ck her she leave with a bottle
I hop ona benzy one fifty full throttle
Meet up my brothas write raps like the Bible
Always stay lurking cause niggas behind you
Wanting ya paper and tryna misguide you
Look thru my eyes that's what a trapper sees
Gettin' this money and it's going rapidly
I'm from the bottom and I done seen poverty
Bitch you a cap why is you lying G

Regular day smoking on dula
Poppin' these perkys
And countin' this mula
Riding around swervin I'm to high
Hittin' the store and tryna' get to fly

Back to this pain shit
You niggas is brainless
I'm bout to go ape shit
I'm tryna' famous
Ain't tryna be nameless
I'm Driving so fast
I might need a lane switch
I'm driving so dangerous
I'm rolling off beans the high is contagious
I'm feeling so lifted i f*ck around fainted
I f*cked on ya shawty then we got acquainted
After I finished I asked if you datin'
She telling me no so i'ma just say this
You bitches is thots and you just for the paper

Yeah that's my brother that u see the resemblance
When I cop pz's the plug he be blessin' it
Oh so respectfully no nigga checkin' me
That nigga tight cause his bitch she want sex w me
It is on sight if a nigga want reck w me
Been on yo block when i'm gone off the hennessy
If you don't f*ck w my niggas you dead to me
Literally

Regular day smoking on dula
Poppin' these perkys
And countin' this mula
Riding around swervin I'm to high
Hittin' the store and tryna' get to fly

Servin the pack out the back of the Honda
Slithery slimy young anaconda
Test me get ghosted like Cosmo and Wanda
I'm gettin' these commas just for my mama
Ten years from now won't have no problems
I rap how I rap cause come from the bottom
She in a bikini she look like a model
After I f*ck her she leave with a bottle
I hop ona benzy one fifty full throttle
Meet up my brothas write raps like the Bible
Always stay lurking cause niggas behind you
Wanting ya paper and tryna misguide you
Look thru my eyes that's what a trapper sees
Gettin' this money and it's going rapidly
I'm from the bottom and I done seen poverty
Bitch you a cap why is you lying G
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Servin the pack out the back of the Honda
Slithery slimy young anaconda
Test me get ghosted like Cosmo and Wanda
I'm gettin' these commas just for my mama
Ten years from now won't have no problems
I rap how I rap cause come from the bottom
She in a bikini she look like a model
After I f*ck her she leave with a bottle
I hop ona benzy one fifty full throttle
Meet up my brothas write raps like the Bible
Always stay lurking cause niggas behind you
Wanting ya paper and tryna misguide you
Look thru my eyes that's what a trapper sees
Gettin' this money and it's going rapidly
I'm from the bottom and I done seen poverty
Bitch you a cap why is you lying G

Regular day smoking on dula
Poppin' these perkys
And countin' this mula
Riding around swervin I'm to high
Hittin' the store and tryna' get to fly

Back to this pain shit
You niggas is brainless
I'm bout to go ape shit
I'm tryna' famous
Ain't tryna be nameless
I'm Driving so fast
I might need a lane switch
I'm driving so dangerous
I'm rolling off beans the high is contagious
I'm feeling so lifted i f*ck around fainted
I f*cked on ya shawty then we got acquainted
After I finished I asked if you datin'
She telling me no so i'ma just say this
You bitches is thots and you just for the paper

Yeah that's my brother that u see the resemblance
When I cop pz's the plug he be blessin' it
Oh so respectfully no nigga checkin' me
That nigga tight cause his bitch she want sex w me
It is on sight if a nigga want reck w me
Been on yo block when i'm gone off the hennessy
If you don't f*ck w my niggas you dead to me
Literally

Regular day smoking on dula
Poppin' these perkys
And countin' this mula
Riding around swervin I'm to high
Hittin' the store and tryna' get to fly

Servin the pack out the back of the Honda
Slithery slimy young anaconda
Test me get ghosted like Cosmo and Wanda
I'm gettin' these commas just for my mama
Ten years from now won't have no problems
I rap how I rap cause come from the bottom
She in a bikini she look like a model
After I f*ck her she leave with a bottle
I hop ona benzy one fifty full throttle
Meet up my brothas write raps like the Bible
Always stay lurking cause niggas behind you
Wanting ya paper and tryna misguide you
Look thru my eyes that's what a trapper sees
Gettin' this money and it's going rapidly
I'm from the bottom and I done seen poverty
Bitch you a cap why is you lying G
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Writer: Carlos Unzueta
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