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I was stuntin' like my momma, ride real forgein They like, do you know chief audio? Yeah, he get it on Big ass choppa, he be getting born Call ass furada, he gon' come and join Imma South side nun bu 60 ass nigga I can buy you like how you taking out the trash, nigga Like ding dong that's my name be ringing bells, nigga Click clack, size you up, measurement we scale, niggas Money mission gon beep like a smoke alarm Bitch this ain't Luther King march, ain't no holding arms I'm the type of nigga that smoke in a race when I was told to run Give they ass a head start, I'll catch up you Wanna see this shit in 3D, how im stunting A whole lotta bands my conjunction function I don't need two cups, I just need one Pull up on you like the end of the song, boy, you about to be done I'm a money getter, your bitch is a pussy popper She like an old movie that I didn't have time to watch Act like you wanna box, get put in a box Put some wings on that bitch and send that bitch very far Nigga, you's a Dory, you's a Nemo Look in the Chiraq dictionary if you don't know my lingo All I know is (f- beep) when the millions call my number bingo I got enough shots to shoot a Quentin Tarantino I'm stunting like my granddaddy, nothing like my papa She said that she's a Libra, she ain't nothing like my mama Vote Chief So for president, he ain't nothing like Obama He raising welfare and he giving out money I'm stunting with the cash, old bitches mad Gucci on my back, Louis on my ass You stunting like your dad? Shit I ain't have one You say you want some glo' then, nigga, come and buy one Take this money test and ace it, nigga that's the basics That's just like asking this Neo the damn man from Matrix I'm the hero to the cash, ain't gotta cape it When you getting money, you ain't gotta take it Fonem strip yo ass now run the streets naked, bitch Serve ya up, what you want to eat for breakfast, bitch? Sell it upside down, I was just checking Cut the hair off his bitch, head and mail it to his residence I was stunting like my watch, stunting like my jewelry Stunting like my coat, stunting like my shoes I'm a stunt devil, Ghost Rider Wrap a nigga how you wrap a bow tie How I do this shit? Off the top of the head You'd think I'm balancing something on top of my head Could do tricks, call 'em Globetrotters Drive my own shit, don't need no co-pilot
Writer(s): Keith Cozart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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