Stunnaman - Mollywhoppin lyrics

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Slidin' down the block

Sli-Slidin' down the block

Sl-Sl-Slidin'down the block on them big ass wheels, yeah

Chorus:

Mollywhop, mollywhop, mollywhop, moll-, mollywhop, mollywhop, moll-, mollywhoppin'

Mollywhop, mollywhop, moll-, mollywhoppin', mollywhop, mollywhop, moll-

Stunnaman, Stunnaman, Stunna, Stunna, Stunnaman, Stunnaman, Stunna, Stunna

Stunnaman, Stunnaman, Stunna, Stunna, Stunnaman, Stunnaman, Stunna, Stunna

Verse 1:

Slidin' through yolkin' on them big ass wheels

Girls jockin' bass knockin', givin' suckas the chills

At the light, goin' dummy, 2800 I ain't gotta roof

Got the banga on my lap, fuck around, Imma shoot

Say my car look wet? That's candy baby

Plexiglass on my windows cuz my bass is crazy

5 inch lift kit, my car so tall

Nah, I don't play hoop, but everyday I ball

Yeah, I'm in ya hood, I just bounced out

Yo, my bass shakin' all through yo moma house

Mean muggin' niggas, with these diamonds in my mouth

Glock in my ???, you know what I'm bout

I'm that nigga that got cho grandpa mad

Cuz I slide through went straight knockin' on his ass

2800 all day, hood on smash

Count hella cash, ridin' hella fast

(Chorus)

Verse 2:

Yo, your girl say I get her wetter then a jet ski

Blades on the coupe, she be skatin' like Gretzky

See me European V12, just try and catch me

Leather seats, AC, breakin' down another Sweet

I tell her roll it up, she roll it up, and pass it back to me

????, I swear his ass after me

But they'll never catch me, cuz I mollywhopp!

I get stupid in the drop, beatin' up the block

Bass don't ever stop

Yellow stones in my watch

It's 3 in the mornin', I just left the club

Finna hit the hood, and wake everybody up!

I'm gettin' money, sellin' weed on my iPhone

I'm only 20, but the rims so fuckin' grown

I can't ???, but my wheels can, bitches ???, I think she know who I am

Get cha chick, she be starin' at the wheels, DAMN!

(Chorus)

This fool's hella big, I be in the sky

Smoke hella weed, I be hella high

Pull up to the curb, bounced out, what's the word?

Paint sick, yeah, I'm stuntin' on them Larry Birds

They get at me, I'm smokin' on Krakk Street

Slidin' on Shaq feet, yeah, I got the strap, B

I bang west coast, dodge white ghosts

Mess around with my cheese and you're really toast

Rims extra large, car real little

My watch starburst, but the chain skittles. Navigation with the destination in the middle

Where you goin'? Where I'm goin? Finna get the cake!

Last week, I swear to god, I made the street break

I hustle all day, I don't take breaks

Shout out to the real, fuck you and the fakes

Big money in my safe, yo broke ass stank

(Chorus x2)

Thanks to LJ Turner for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to LJ Turner for correcting these lyrics