I’m a Stunna
Title | I’m a Stunna |
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Artist | Birdman |
Album | 5 ★ Stunna |
Release Date | 2007-12-11 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] Yeah nigga, that's what it do That's what it does, that's what it is And that's what it always was You heard me? Believe that This what is hidden for homeboy Take this one to the bank nigga And I can vouch for that, believe that [Chorus x2] Bitch I'm a stunna, a rap hunna I'm just a nigga with a whole lot-a-money Bitch I'm a stunna, a rap hunna It's a M.O.B. with the money and power [Verse 1] Nigga we don't move hoes nigga, we move 'em home Got the game from the G's nigga, straight of the floor Uptown nigga with his uptown soul Flip a ice neat nigga, drive a red rose Hold up in the kitchen gotta heavy on the load Hustle from the front straight to the back door Money like trees, flippin' these flees Bitches all over cuz they know we got cheese Rife M.O.B., that's how I be Cook a whole [?], let him fly on the street Tall like a motherfucker, condo on the beach Thats how we livin', with the gators on the seats [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] We put the marble on the floor 'cause we shine condos Them niggas act like hoes, we let 'em all go Coming out the ceilin' with the chopper and some dope Stuntin' on them bitches in the Bentley four door Half a bird nigga with his ounce, asshole Poppin' at the mouth like his hair can't glow Baby mama drama, she was born in the U I was born in the milf, got the game out of nowhere 13 bets & I come up outta nets Coochie [?] put me down, I love my set KC put me on 'til my first dollar I was 16 years old with a meal and job bitch You might also like[Chorus x2] [Verse 3] City full of murder nigga, that's what we know Fuck him, if he gotta go then he gotta go Cash ain't quick nigga, hustle full of licks At the same time, nigga flip a whole brick Sayin' niggas poppin', sayin' niggas ain't shit Money ain't long nigga, bitches ain't shit G4, Lambs, Maserati is the shit From the bottom to the top with a bad bitch It's my round now, when them niggas come around Tommy-gun banana clips make a loud sound Brand new crib and we built from the ground 75 carats and we blowin' out the pound One hundred [Chorus x2] [Outro] Yeah, thats what it do nigga This stuntin' shit go so muthafuckin far nigga That's the business homeboy We be stuntin' on them bitches every chance we get We be flossed out, shinin' on them hoes nigga You know how we do nigga So pimpin', so flossy with it nigga Can't know one do it better than us Wassup Young? You heard me? Fuck 'em Number one, that's what it do nigga Stay shinin' on them bitches Stay grindin' on them bitches One hundred, yeah |