Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song #1 Stunna, artist - Big Tymers. Date of issue: 20.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
#1 Stunna |
| Nigga can’t out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, nigga |
| Believe that! |
| You know me — I don’t need no introduction and shit |
| Ride Bentley’s 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch |
| Arm hangin', wrist blingin' - just stun’n and shit |
| Drop the top, block is hot |
| Stay bumpin', ya bitch |
| B. Atrice get it right, don’t tangle and twist it |
| Hit the club every night, drunk — drinkin' that Crissy |
| Niggas mad — don’t like it 'cause I’m bangin' they bitches |
| When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens |
| Baby, Brian, B., Bubble — you can call me what you feel |
| Hoppin' out the platinum Hummer with the platinum grill |
| With the platinum pieces, and the platinum chains |
| With the platinum watches, and the platinum rings (platinum rings) |
| Last shit ain’t changed |
| Still doin' my thing |
| Still do it for the block — nuts hang and swing |
| You don’t know another nigga that can stunt like me (stunt like me) |
| Big Tymer representin', nigga — the U.P.T. |
| I’ma a hard stun’n nigga like Evil Knievel |
| Jumpin' out Lex’s and Hummers — showin' off for my people |
| I’m the # 1 stunna! |
| Wh-what, wh-what, what? |
| The # 1 stunna! |
| Wh-what, wh-what, what? |
| James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch, MacGyver |
| Private planes, Jaguars, Bentley’s, and Prowlers |
| I’m the # 1 stunna! |
| Wh-what, wh-what, what? |
| The # 1 stunna! |
| Wh-what, wh-what, what? |
| I put dubs on cars — when I ride, I’m fly |
| We thugs, not stars, bitch — ride or die |
| Put bricks on blocks, nigga — cooked and cut |
| Juvy 'bout to hold the rocks, nigga, hook it up |
| Diamonds on my hoes' feet — when they walk, they spark |
| Diamonds in my fuckin' teeth — when I talk, I spark |
| Don’t fuck around with beef — when it start, I spark |
| Me and my Hot Boy creeps — when it’s dark, we spark |
| Just bought a new car, and I spent about a million |
| The motherfuckin' driver seat sittin' in the middle |
| Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water |
| I’ll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches) |
| I be hittin' they daughters |
| I like my dick sucked fast |
| I like to play with them rookies |
| I like to fuck 'em in they ass while he beat up the pussy |
| I’m the number-one stunna — you don’t want my shit |
| I’ma stunt 'til I die, bitch, the shit don’t quit |
| Baby, pop the Cryst-al, and shine the jew-els |
| Get the Cadillac from Sewell with twenty-inch L’s |
| Boss B., |
| Slow down in the Jag, you lost me |
| Slow down, Wayne — you know that’s all on me |
| But you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be |
| Come on — you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be |
| Baby, give me the ki’s, give me the weed, |
| give me the G’s, give me the Mack-10 |
| Let me see happenin' |
| To me, these niggas laggin' |
| What’s up, Boss B. |
| You ever got beef with a busta, you can call me |
| You know I keep a «blucka-blucka» |
| Hit 'em all week |
| Give me the keys to the bubble |
| I’m on y’all street |
| Juvenile (Juvenile) |
| Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover Truck |
| Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh |
| But wait, |
| My nigga, Baby — he live on chrome |
| My nigga, Baby — he get his shine on |
| Now, it’s plain and simple, nigga |
| I ain’t met a nigga yet |
| could fuck with these Cash Money Hot Boys with these cars, nigga |
| See that new Monte Carlo, that’s hot and on fire |
| that my dog, Fresh, had first |
| We got 'em on dubs |
| That Lexus — the new one — that come out in 2001 with the frog eyes |
| I got that bitch on dubs |
| And that Yu- the new Yukon, that’s bubble-eye |
| I got that bitch on dubs |
| And that Mercedes Wagon, with the kit, that’s kitted out |
| look like it got frog eyes |
| That bitch on dubs |
| And I got that Benz that me and my dog bought for our bitches |
| We got this shit here on dubs |
| We all drive Bentley’s on dubs |
| I’m tryin' to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes |
| I just bought me a platinum football field, nigga |
| Ya understand? |
| Don’t fuck with me with these cars, nigga (at all, playboy) |
| We the number-one stunnas, nigga (Nigga, we don’t give a fuck) |
| Got that Viper with them rattlin stripes, with that kit |
| Ya understand? |
| We ain’t playin' |
| TV’s in all our shit |
| Believe that, playboy |
| (Fuck your whole hood up) |