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[Intro]
Best believe I get to stuntin, bad bitch wit me best believe I get to stuntin’ nigga
[Hook]
Best believe I get to stuntin’, bad bitch wit me best believe I get to stuntin’
Real niggas wit me n you know we never frontin
Couple hitters wit me if you dissin’ then we bussin’, you be thinkin I be braggin but to me it’s really nothin’
Bad bitch wit me best believe I get to stuntin’
Real niggas wit me n you know we never frontin’
Couple hitters wit me if you dissin’ then we bussin’, you be thinkin I be braggin’ but to me it’s really nothin’
[Verse 1: Boy Flexx]
Nigga turn up, Golden Child wit me so you know we boutta burn up
Eatin good, smokin potent, they hit me wit a foul I been shittin on opponents
Ya bitch be wildin’, when she be on it told her throw that pussy back just might call her in the mornin’
I got her, pussy poppin while she pussy eatin’ she told me pain is pleasure so a nigga had to beat her now I’m stuntin’
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Nellz GC]
Racked up, feeling good I just filled my tank!
My chick with me, I’m feeling good, I got my drank!
It cost an arm and leg for the belt and watch!
D and G, Louie V, plus Top Tens that I Rock!
What you know bout it
Nigga grind, stacks piling
Golden Child, but the watch platinum
Well known for this nice rapping
Bad chick, pussy lips fatter
Your broad loose, and my bitch badder
Zip your lip, I just killed this shit
Just leave you pissed, bad bladder!
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Bitch I’m stuntin, they say I do the most but to me its really nothin’
& I be coast to coast on the island where i struggled, couple day 1 niggas n some hoes smokin’ muscles
That’s that strong we call it head bussa if a nigga talkin greasy let the eagle headbutt ’em
I’m the future ain’t no fuckin way around it I just walk up to the bar n point can’t even pronounce but I’m stuntin
Bad bitch wit me best believe I get to stuntin’ real niggas wit me n you know we never frontin, lor bitch
When I’m not around you be talkin that shit you be talkin that shit you be talkin that shit but when I come around you ain’t talkin bout shit
Man fuck niggas yall bitch made I don’t want for shit my whole clique made
Mentally killin shit since 6th grade, if I don’t make it rappin I’m still gettin’ paid
Big boy shit no Ving Rhames, big H belts LV shades
All dirty money ain’t drug money west ja breakin that cliche lor bitch..
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