BeatKing - Stunt N!gga lyrics
[BeatKing - Stunt N!gga lyrics]
Everytime they see us they know we stuntin’
Everytime they see us they know we stuntin’
Swag all in the the floor, we stuntin’
Hold up yeah hold up throw money on a bitch
Pop ma left hand up throw money hold up
Pull up to the club in a tarantula (spider)
Lamborghini doors give em asthma (watch it)
Yo baby mama blowin up ma phone
But she ain’t got good head
So I don’t answer her
Throw that ass, bitch kill her
She pop her pussy and she
Got her crew with her
Her homegirls bout that living
They on molly I know what to do wid em
Bitch throw that ass up, yea turn up
Bitch throw that ass up if you a
Look at all them lame bitches hatin on you
They go’n talk shit but they won’t run up
Club girl love a freak ho
Bitch I wanna see you do it on the dick
If you got an ass like Molly
I don’t wanna see you strip
Ho tis levels to this shit (flat)
I ain’t gotta see a lot of
If that booty real i wanna feel
Bitch pop that pussy lemme see
Throw that ass up
Throw that ass then repeat it
She got a lot of tattooes on her legs
I heard she a fool with the head
She a pole killa, she’s not a twerker
Head down ass up nigga throw her something
Hold up
Everytime they see us they know we stuntin’
(Club god, kill’it) everytime they see us
They know we stuntin’ (Hold up, hold up)
Swag all in the the floor, we stuntin’
(HTown) hold up yeah
Hold up throw money on a bitch
Pop ma left hand up throw money hold up
I walk up in the club and
All these on my dick
I’m throwin up a lot of money and
Now she’s looking on my wrist
I tell her molly’s in my Benz and
Now she wanna suck ma dick
I tell her keep that pussy poppin’
And imma make her fuckin’ rich
Bitch work that fuckin’ pole
Climb up and hold then let it go
Then buss it open on the floor then
Bring it back and touch your toes
Hold up you know these niggas broke
You know you wanna fuck a boss
You know I got the fucking paper
And I’m never fallin off club godzilla
Hold up she want more bread
Throw them bands at her forehead
Throw that pussy back like a frisbee
Baller i is be, and so is my associate
Take summer gang flex forever
You got a bad bitch, I got several
These hoes call me Club Godzilla
Ain’t no other nigga trilla except
That nigga that’s from Thriller (heeh)
Hold up
Everytime they see us they know we stuntin’
Swag all in the the floor, we stuntin’
Hold up yeah hold up throw money on a bitch
Pop ma left hand up throw money hold up
Pull up to the club in a tarantula (spider)
Lamborghini doors give em asthma (watch it)
Yo baby mama blowin up ma phone
But she ain’t got good head
So I don’t answer her
Throw that ass, bitch kill her
She pop her pussy and she
Got her crew with her
Her homegirls bout that living
They on molly I know what to do wid em
Bitch throw that ass up, yea turn up
Bitch throw that ass up if you a
Look at all them lame bitches hatin on you
They go’n talk shit but they won’t run up
Club girl love a freak ho
Bitch I wanna see you do it on the dick
If you got an ass like Molly
I don’t wanna see you strip
Ho tis levels to this shit (flat)
I ain’t gotta see a lot of
If that booty real i wanna feel
Bitch pop that pussy lemme see
Throw that ass up
Throw that ass then repeat it
She got a lot of tattooes on her legs
I heard she a fool with the head
She a pole killa, she’s not a twerker
Head down ass up nigga throw her something
Hold up
Everytime they see us they know we stuntin’
(Club god, kill’it) everytime they see us
They know we stuntin’ (Hold up, hold up)
Swag all in the the floor, we stuntin’
(HTown) hold up yeah
Hold up throw money on a bitch
Pop ma left hand up throw money hold up
I walk up in the club and
All these on my dick
I’m throwin up a lot of money and
Now she’s looking on my wrist
I tell her molly’s in my Benz and
Now she wanna suck ma dick
I tell her keep that pussy poppin’
And imma make her fuckin’ rich
Bitch work that fuckin’ pole
Climb up and hold then let it go
Then buss it open on the floor then
Bring it back and touch your toes
Hold up you know these niggas broke
You know you wanna fuck a boss
You know I got the fucking paper
And I’m never fallin off club godzilla
Hold up she want more bread
Throw them bands at her forehead
Throw that pussy back like a frisbee
Baller i is be, and so is my associate
Take summer gang flex forever
You got a bad bitch, I got several
These hoes call me Club Godzilla
Ain’t no other nigga trilla except
That nigga that’s from Thriller (heeh)
Hold up