| I’ll teach you how to stunt
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| My wrists stay rocked up My TV’s pop up in a Maybach benz
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| I’ll teach you how to stunt
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| Nigga you can’t see me My bently GT got smoke gray tints
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| I’ll teach you how to stunt
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| My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I’m shining man
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| I’ll teach you how to stunt
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| I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans
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| I’ll teach you how to stunt
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| Seven series BM, Six series benz
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| Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
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| R1 one wheel when I’m on one of them
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| Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that’s him
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| They say I’ve changed man, I’m getting paper, I’m flashy
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| They like me better when I’m fucked up and ashy
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| My royalty check’s the rebirth of Liberace
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| Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me And I don’t really care if it’s platinum or white gold
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| As long as the VS bling, look at that light show
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| In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yo Just can’t believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
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| Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
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| I’m fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low
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| Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga
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| Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga
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| I’m sensing a lot of tension now that I’m rappin
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| But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
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| Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum
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| Different color coupes but I’m in love with the black one
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| On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking
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| So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in Yeah, I’m fairly new but I demand some respect
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| Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
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| I’m fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
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| Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
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| I already figured out what to do with all my features
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| Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers
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| When it comes to stuntin’theres nothing you can teach us We’re in a different time zone, your records don’t reach us Naww, I ain’t here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
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| Come with me out front, I’LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT
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| Chain so icy, you don’t have to like me In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes
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| I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
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| The only thing changed is the numbers on the range
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| I bought me an old school and blew out the brains
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| The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
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| My sprewell’s spinning man, I’m doing my thing
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| And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game
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| Come on now, we all know gold is getting old
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| The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold
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| G-Unit homie, actin’like yall don’t know
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| Look, I can’t even walk through the mall no more
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| I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
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| They never seen doors lift up on a car before
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| Don’t be mad at me dog, that’s all I know
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| That’s how to show these fougaisies how it’s supposed to go |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stunt 101 , by - G-Unit. Song from the album Beg For Mercy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп