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Big Tymers - Stuntastic lyrics
B.G.] What's happenin', nigga B.Geezy, Baby, Mannie Fresh, nigga Big Tymers, nigga You know we be stun'n our ass off, ya heard me (Bling, -ling, -ling) You know me and my clique stand out It's bling-a-ling every time we stick our hand out Eyes can't take it - motherfuckers turn they head around I gotta laugh 'cause the neck, too, look like a glass house Man, that ice the motherfucker Don't forget the whip - twenty-inches and TV's Navigation system, Dreamcast, all in the Bentley Everyday of the week I be jumpin' in somethin' different Bikes, Lexus Trucks - everyday I be switchin' My big round, Baby, taught me how to lay my stunt down Come 'round the corner once, leave, switch up, come back around You know how it go down on a Sunday uptown Wrist hangin' out the window of the Jag with the top down Later on that evenin', corner pocket off the chain But I advise you: don't come around without that thing 'Cause them vultures be out and believe they be jackin' But they know I'm a made nigga - I still be stuntastic (Hook - 2x [B.G.]) It's stuntastic Straight out the plastic If they got drastic Big Tymers is off the heezy It's ballerific Cash Money gifted It's very hard to look at them princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin' [Baby] I ride top-notch shit, nigga, all the hot shit On a Sunday I pull out all my drop-top shit I be stun'n Step in the club and buy the vault I know them hoes be lookin' - that's why I play this game raw It's just in me to be the nigga that I be Call me Atrice, call me Bryan, Bubble, or B. You know who I am You know Cash Money my fam' Who else could it be with me and Geezy spinnin' that Lam' Rockin' that ice, poppin' that cham' Jumpin' out in front a warehouse dressed in Hot Boy wear Glock on my side - you know we ain't gettin' checked at the door Get outta line, we leave a nigga brains on the dance floor Back to the coffee cup and drop the ice Shake it up When it come out, it's gon' fuck your eyes up Like I said last time: I don't need no introduction I'm the number-one when it come down to the stun'n (Hook - 2x [B.G.]) It's stuntastic Straight out the plastic If they got drastic Big Tymers is off the heezy It's ballerific Cash Money gifted It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin' [Mannie Fresh] Lil' one, I been paid Two-thousand-ten escalade Did I tell you how the seats made Crocodile and mink suede I touch y'all niggas' arms with candy-coated choppers I fed these hoes fettuccini while you was feedin' 'em whoppers I could take the ugliest bitch and turn her into somethin' And take a whack-ass track and have that bitch bumpin' Nigga, Liberacci ain't got nothin' on me I got one diamond, and one ring bigger than your whole future, g Shorty, you ain't heard the news? I'm ridin' on twenty-twos I take the groom bride and give that hoe the blues My neck on another level My life on another level Alright, you got a Benz - and, nigga, I'm pushin' the space shuttle Bitch, please My bank account Hercules [B.G.] It's, zero, zero, zero, comma, zero, (comma), stop (stop), freeze (freeze) [Mannie Fresh] Whatever you got, lil' daddy, believe me - I been had it It's just in my life and my nature and my way to be stuntastic (Hook - 3x [B.G.]) It's stuntastic Straight out the plastic If they got drastic Big Tymers is off the heezy It's ballerific Cash Money gifted It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin' [B.G.] Nigga, We ballerific and stuntastic, ya heard me Baby, Mannie Fresh, B.Geezy You dig Stun'n 'til we can't stunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga Reppin' 'til we can't rep no motherfuckin' more, nigga Huntin' 'til we can't hunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga From Lamborghinis to Bentley's to Ferrari's to Jaguars to Hummers To whatever you got - we got it and then some Ya heard me From princess cuts to baguettes to whatever kind of diamonds they got, we got it, nigga It don't stop, ya heard me Cash Money, nigga, got the rap game on lock How you love that Baby, Mannie Fresh - they got that work, nigga And I got that pistol under my shirt, nigga Yeah slip up if you want You get put sixty feet under the dirt, nigga CMR-a, Hot Boys, Cash Money |
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