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Stuntastic Lyrics

Artist Big Tymers

[B.G.] What's happenin', nigga B.Geezy, Baby, Mannie Fresh, nigga Big Tymers,

nigga You know we be stun'n our ass off, ya heard me (Bling, -ling, -ling) You

know me and my clique stand out It's bling-a-ling every time we stick our hand

out Eyes can't take it - motherfuckers turn they head around I gotta laugh

'cause the neck, too, look like a glass house Man, that ice the motherfucker

Don't forget the whip - twenty-inches and TV's Navigation system, Dreamcast, all

in the Bentley Everyday of the week I be jumpin' in somethin' different Bikes,

Lexus Trucks - everyday I be switchin' My big round, Baby, taught me how to lay

my stunt down Come 'round the corner once, leave, switch up, come back around

You know how it go down on a Sunday uptown Wrist hangin' out the window of the

Jag with the top down Later on that evenin', corner pocket off the chain But I

advise you: don't come around without that thing 'Cause them vultures be out and

believe they be jackin' But they know I am a made nigga - I still be stuntastic

(Hook - 2x [B.G.]) It's stuntastic Straight out the plastic If they got drastic

Big Tymers is off the heezy It's ballerific Cash Money gifted It's very hard to

look at them princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin' [Baby] I ride top-notch

shit, nigga, all the hot shit On a Sunday I pull out all my drop-top shit I be

stun'n Step in the club and buy the vault I know them hoes be lookin' - that's

why I play this game raw It's just in me to be the nigga that I be Call me

Atrice, call me Bryan, Bubble, or B. You know who I am You know Cash Money my

fam' Who else could it be with me and Geezy spinnin' that Lam' Rockin' that ice,

poppin' that cham' Jumpin' out in front a warehouse dressed in Hot Boy wear

Glock on my side - you know we ain't gettin' checked at the door Get outta line,

we leave a nigga brains on the dance floor Back to the coffee cup and drop the

ice Shake it up When it come out, it's gon' fuck your eyes up Like I said last

time: I don't need no introduction I am the number-one when it come down to the

stun'n (Hook - 2x [B.G.]) It's stuntastic Straight out the plastic If they got

drastic Big Tymers is off the heezy It's ballerific Cash Money gifted It's very

hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin' [Mannie Fresh]

Lil' one, I been paid Two-thousand-ten escalade Did I tell you how the seats

made Crocodile and mink suede I touch y'all niggas' arms with candy-coated

choppers I fed these hoes fettuccini while you was feedin' 'em whoppers I could

take the ugliest bitch and turn her into somethin' And take a whack-ass track

and have that bitch bumpin' Nigga, Liberacci ain't got nothin' on me I got one

diamond, and one ring bigger than your whole future, g Shorty, you ain't heard

the news? I am ridin' on twenty-twos I take the groom bride and give that hoe

the blues My neck on another level My life on another level Alright, you got a

Benz - and, nigga, I am pushin' the space shuttle Bitch, please My bank account

Hercules [B.G.] It's, zero, zero, zero, comma, zero, (comma), stop (stop),

freeze (freeze) [Mannie Fresh] Whatever you got, lil' daddy, believe me - I been

had it It's just in my life and my nature and my way to be stuntastic (Hook - 3x

[B.G.]) It's stuntastic Straight out the plastic If they got drastic Big Tymers

is off the heezy It's ballerific Cash Money gifted It's very hard to look at

these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin' [B.G.] Nigga, We ballerific and

stuntastic, ya heard me Baby, Mannie Fresh, B.Geezy You dig Stun'n 'til we can't

stunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga Reppin' 'til we can't rep no motherfuckin'

more, nigga Huntin' 'til we can't hunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga From

Lamborghinis to Bentley's to Ferrari's to Jaguars to Hummers To whatever you got

- we got it and then some Ya heard me From princess cuts to baguettes to

whatever kind of diamonds they got, we got it, nigga It don't stop, ya heard me

Cash Money, nigga, got the rap game on lock How you love that Baby, Mannie Fresh

- they got that work, nigga And I got that pistol under my shirt, nigga Yeah

slip up if you want You get put sixty feet under the dirt, nigga CMR-a, Hot

Boys, Cash Money

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