| My ex-girl told me that I wasn’t shit
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| So now I flex like Billy Blanks on that bitch
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| Chained to the back, slave days in my wrist
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| Cost about a whole brick, so you know a nigga
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| Stunting on these niggas, stunting on these hoes
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| Making thirty racks or mo' every time I hit the road
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| Tell me where the cash at then a nigga good to go
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| I be stunting on these niggas, I be stunting on these hoes
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| Flexing on them niggas who be flexin'
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| All about my relish, getting lettuce is a fetish
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| Stunting on these niggas, shining got 'em jealous
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| Range Roves, twenty-fo's, chopping like propellers
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| Every day we stunt, turn a club into a movie
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| Bad bitches choosing up, like a verb, they wanna do me
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| Niggas out here hating so a nigga keep a toolie
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| Murking niggas, spark a blunt and slide off in the hooptie
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| Big bank take lil bank, X pills in the fish tank
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| Riding 'round with my pack of loud, they face frown 'cause my shit stank
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| Moving weight, shift states, flexing like I lift weights
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| Niggas hate that I stunt, and my money tall as Dikembe
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| My ex-girl told me that I wasn’t shit
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| So now I flex like Billy Blanks on that bitch
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| Chained to the back, slave days in my wrist
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| Cost about a whole brick, so you know a nigga
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| Stunting on these niggas, stunting on these hoes
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| Making thirty racks or mo' every time I hit the road
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| Tell me where the cash at then a nigga good to go
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| I be stunting on these niggas, I be stunting on these hoes
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| They know I stunt, I stunt hard
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| Young nigga, push the rock like a point guard
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| Got Pinky giving brain 'cause the world’s ours
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| Never been out the states but driving foreign cars
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| Buying out the bar, popping bottles
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| Fucking models, living life full throttle
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| Big straps in the back, the black desperado
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| Clap a nigga, putting on a show like the Apollo
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| Smoking blunts, getting money, living life
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| Last real nigga left and I’ma live it right
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| It wasn’t easy, I was on the corner selling white
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| Trapping all night, niggas dropping weight like Kelly Price
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| My ex-girl told me that I wasn’t shit
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| So now I flex like Billy Blanks on that bitch
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| Chained to the back, slave days in my wrist
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| Cost about a whole brick, so you know a nigga
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| Stunting on these niggas, stunting on these hoes
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| Making thirty racks or mo' every time I hit the road
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| Tell me where the cash at then a nigga good to go
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| I be stunting on these niggas, I be stunting on these hoes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stunt , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Chipper Jones EP Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп