Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stuntin Like My Daddy, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 20.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stuntin Like My Daddy |
| Vrooom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred |
| Wut I’m doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money |
| Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross |
| Cash money still the company, and bitch I’m the boss |
| And I be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy |
| Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy |
| I’m the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy |
| Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy |
| (Verse 1: Lil Wayne) |
| Yeah bitch I’m paid, thats all I gotta say |
| Can’t see my lil niggas, cuz the money in the way |
| And I’m, I’m sittin high, a gansta ride blades |
| If you ain’t gone ride fly than you might as well hate |
| Shit I gotta eat yeah even though I ate |
| No it ain’t my birthday but I got my name on my cake |
| Shit believe that, if ya mans wanna play |
| Im’ma fuck around and put that boy brains on the gate |
| Hey pick 'em up, pop 'em let 'em lay |
| Where I’m from we see a fuckin dead body everyday |
| Thats, uptown, throw a stack at 'em |
| Make a song about me I’m throwin shots back at 'em |
| Ya bitch I’m a pipe, and she like a crack addict |
| And she saw me cookin EGGS and she though I was back at it |
| I grab the keys, hoe I gotta go |
| I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs |
| (Verse 2: Baby) |
| Shorty 98's, 45 paper plates |
| 10 the whole thang big money heavy weight |
| A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddie, 25 on the pinky |
| Bought a pound of blow and bounced back |
| Matching grills, big houses on the hill |
| Got them hoes in the kitchen all cookin payin' bills |
| I starta holla, dollar after dollar |
| Flippin chickens gettin tickets want the money and the power |
| Born stunna, uptown hunter |
| 3rd war G nigga been about money |
| Ice chunky, birdman redmonkeys |
| White Tees on tha chromed out 11 hundreds |
| You know we shine every summer, we grind every summer |
| And this is how we spend money |
| You see them Bentleys and them Lam’s |
| Them ounces and them grams, bitch we was born hustlas |
| (Verse 3: Lil Wayne) |
| Yeah when I was 16 I bought my first Mercedes Benz |
| I must’ve fucked a thousand bitches and a girlfriend |
| White leather, hot new bare rims, brand new pistol with a trigger like a hair |
| pin |
| Big work, we dont need a scale man, big papers say good mornin to the mail man |
| What’cha now bout putting bricks in the spare, man |
| I can stuff a coupe like a muthafucken caravan |
| I’m in my zone my arm is so rare man if theres a song you lookin at the chair |
| man |
| How you want it, show me my opponent… throw me my opponent |
| I’m still ballin, a bullet gotta get me |
| And I’ve never been a pussy cause my hood never let me |
| A made nigga got made niggas wit me |
| I’ma motorcyle boy so I’m about to pop a wheelie |
| Veerom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred |
| Veerom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred |
| Veerom veerom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred |
| Cash money still the company and bitch I’m the boss |
| Veerom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred |
| Veerom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred |
| Veerom veerom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred |
| Cash money still the company and bitch I’m the boss |