Robb Bank$ - STUNTMAN 2.0 (GOOD STUFF) lyrics
[Robb Bank$ - STUNTMAN 2.0 GOOD STUFF lyrics]
Tommy Comet vigz did the beat
So you know he make it nasty yeah!
Don't no gun jam, I'm the stuntman
Keep them suckin', spittin' on her pumpkin
And I got the club lit, Joe Budden, p-pump it
SRT, hunt them (Rah, Vroom) uh uh, oh oh
Bae I bet you got that good stuff
Bitch you got that good stuff
Yeah, she got the good stuff
Hoe you got the good stuff
And she a hood hoe
Heard she stay off Melrose (Lauderdale)
I done seen things that make your head spin
I exercise, my face feel like Rick
White bitches treat me like Dr umar Johnson
I'ma need your conscience while
You in the cockpit, you gotta
Back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it (You wanna)
Back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it
(Bitch, you better) back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it
(yeah, yeah, you better)
Back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it
(Bust it, yeah, two chrome Berettas)
Pop lock and drop it, pop lock and drop it
Bitch, 'til you break the socket
If your home alone call me
I feel like Macaulay Culkin
Bitch you actin' stood, stop it
Fuck round throw a drank on you
You would wear a cape for a
I go berserk, all the Percs and Amphetamine
Bitch, you turn pussy like a Animorph
You thought I couldn't read
I'm on ten, off the lease
Bout' to get the green
Forty-three, to the enemy, energy
High-stepper, murderer, body-killa'
Growing Godzilla, heat-seeker, shot-sender
God-killer, Big god hand Femto
Yeah, the ice-wearer, they skated on me
Go figure
Blunt to my lips, chrome on my chest
Gun on my hip, prone to fuck shit
Unloading my clip, aim it at your tent
Perky not no fear, lookin' for a lick
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
You know I'ma made man (yeah)
Nah, love ain't in me, it's in them
Bitch, mwah
Don't no gun jam, I'm the stuntman
Keep them suckin', spittin' on her pumpkin
And I got the club lit, Joe Budden, p-pump it
SRT, hunt them (Rah, Vroom) uh uh, oh oh
Bae I bet you got that good stuff
Bitch you got that good stuff
Yeah, she got the good stuff
Hoe you got the good stuff
And she a hood hoe, heard
She stay off Melrose, bih' you gotta
Back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it (You wanna)
Back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it
(Bitch, you better) back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it
(yeah, yeah, you better)
Back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it
(Bust it, yeah, two chrome Berettas)
So you know he make it nasty yeah!
Don't no gun jam, I'm the stuntman
Keep them suckin', spittin' on her pumpkin
And I got the club lit, Joe Budden, p-pump it
SRT, hunt them (Rah, Vroom) uh uh, oh oh
Bae I bet you got that good stuff
Bitch you got that good stuff
Yeah, she got the good stuff
Hoe you got the good stuff
And she a hood hoe
Heard she stay off Melrose (Lauderdale)
I done seen things that make your head spin
I exercise, my face feel like Rick
White bitches treat me like Dr umar Johnson
I'ma need your conscience while
You in the cockpit, you gotta
Back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it (You wanna)
Back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it
(Bitch, you better) back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it
(yeah, yeah, you better)
Back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it
(Bust it, yeah, two chrome Berettas)
Pop lock and drop it, pop lock and drop it
Bitch, 'til you break the socket
If your home alone call me
I feel like Macaulay Culkin
Bitch you actin' stood, stop it
Fuck round throw a drank on you
You would wear a cape for a
I go berserk, all the Percs and Amphetamine
Bitch, you turn pussy like a Animorph
You thought I couldn't read
I'm on ten, off the lease
Bout' to get the green
Forty-three, to the enemy, energy
High-stepper, murderer, body-killa'
Growing Godzilla, heat-seeker, shot-sender
God-killer, Big god hand Femto
Yeah, the ice-wearer, they skated on me
Go figure
Blunt to my lips, chrome on my chest
Gun on my hip, prone to fuck shit
Unloading my clip, aim it at your tent
Perky not no fear, lookin' for a lick
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
You know I'ma made man (yeah)
Nah, love ain't in me, it's in them
Bitch, mwah
Don't no gun jam, I'm the stuntman
Keep them suckin', spittin' on her pumpkin
And I got the club lit, Joe Budden, p-pump it
SRT, hunt them (Rah, Vroom) uh uh, oh oh
Bae I bet you got that good stuff
Bitch you got that good stuff
Yeah, she got the good stuff
Hoe you got the good stuff
And she a hood hoe, heard
She stay off Melrose, bih' you gotta
Back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it (You wanna)
Back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it
(Bitch, you better) back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it
(yeah, yeah, you better)
Back it up and dump it
Ba back it up and dump it
(Bust it, yeah, two chrome Berettas)