| Young Stunna, Young Stunna
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| The way that paint dripping it’s gon' be a bloody summer
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| Twenty-two inches, all-red everything
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| That’s Soo Woo business, holla at your five
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| Four, three, two, one, bitch in the cockpit
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| And my knot’s sick, I’m ill
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| I’ve got a milli in my Louis
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| Red Cardinal fitted, bitches feel me in the Louis, yeah
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| Red rubies in my watch and my chain
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| Catch me in Wade County, I’m the king like James
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| Headed to the game, red Challenger today
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| Throwing the red flags like I’m challenging the play
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| Tune, this shit retarded
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| I need a red helmet
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| And I’m all about my cake, red velvet
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| You can’t help it, gotta see what I got
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| It’s like Ripley’s: Believe it or Not, you tell me
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| I’m a beast, believe that
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| Stop playing, I go hard, I go He Man
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| Young Tune, break em off like a tree branch
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| Play with me you in hot water: tea bag
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| All-black Maybach, call it decaf
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| And I just ordered your girlfriend some kneepads
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| Can you believe the unbelievable
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| Bitch, I’m higher than Venus, Serena too
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| Yeah Game, holla at you Soo Woo
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| Young Money bitch, we cold like two scoops
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| Life’s a bitch and mine a diva
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| Point the biggest skeptic out I make them a believer
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| Yeah believe that, 100 on the marble floor
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| And everyday we on the grind
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| Try and flip some more
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| Yeah understand, acres on that new lane
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| Suicide doors, niggas on that new lane
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| Yeah pussy popping bullshit
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| Bullshit ain’t shit, nigga we the shit
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| We the business, Louie on every trip
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| Holiday everyday on the YM ship
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| Yeah, cause every day my sun shine
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| Candy paint on the car, making headlines
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| Believe that, we good with that cake homie
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| Believe that, we ride every day homie |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can You Believe It , by - The Game. Song from the album The Blackwall Street, Vol. 7, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп