WIZ KHALIFA - Stuntin' lyrics
rate meYea, you already know,
When I walk the fuck by
You can’t act like I ain't the fliest thing you ever seen in your whole entire muthafuckin sorry ass life
Chorus:
You can’t say I’m not the freshest niggga’ you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin’ less in my jeans
That's probably why yo b-tch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can’t leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep
I’m good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stuntin' like a young n-gga supposed to
Stunt'n like I'm supposed to
Ridin' with my hat cocked back
Smokin' something good 3 blunts and I’m smacked out
All city on smash, game on padlock
26 inch rims throw 'em on the matchbox
6 bad hoes man I can’t choose one
3 cell phones I just can’t use one
You see how often I spit
You just off bread hun
This the shit they can’t do young
Talk fly if you look 'em in the air
Too young, you wonder where I got these Gucci pair of shoes from
A lot of yall mad
To me it’s just funny
I see why yall hatin man the hoes just love me
And you know I’m gettin' shhh
F-ck it I ain’t gotta say it
The tab taken care of n-gga I ain’t gotta pay it
Yea, I’m all day with it, year round
I bet if you was here now
Chorus:
You can’t say I’m not the freshest n-gga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That’s probably why yo b-tch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can’t leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep
I’m good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stunt'n like a young n-gga supposed to
Got a fat knot, blunt rolled up
me I ride clean
neck froze up
bad b-tch on the side
my n-ggas all rich
foreign whips is what they drive
yea, I smell like Gucci and big money too
see them guys with me? they gettin' money too
ride 22's and got heat so
if a n-gga try me you a big prob you runnin' into
I smoke a lot need blunt or 2
at a time whole pounds I be runnin' through
yea, I got a dime b-tch coming through
cuz I pimp like I'm supoosed to
wonder how I get it like this, I could show you
it’s all leather in the whip when I roll through
this year I'm a get shit cleared
take a look at this kid
Chorus:
You can’t say I'm not the freshest n-gga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
Thats probably why yo b-tch keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can’t leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep
Im good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stunt'n like a young n-gga supposed to
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Thanks to Iulia
