stunnaman – mollywhoppin lyrics
ridin down the block
real hustler man
slidin down the block
shout out to the mob
ridin on them big -ss wheels
[chorus:]
mollywhop mollywhop mollywhop
tell em what my name is
stunnaman stunnaman stunnaman
where the bay be?
stunnaman stunnaman stunnaman
slidin through oakland on them big -ss wheels
girls jockin, b-ss knockin
givin suckas the chills
at the light goin dummy, 2800 i ain’t got a roof
got the bang on my lap
f-ck around, i’m a shoot
said my car look wet, that’s candy baby
plus she bash on my wheels cause my b-ss is crazy
[? ] my car so tough
not [? ] but every day i ball
yea i’m in your hood, i just bounced out
feel my b-ss shakin all through your mamas house
mean muggin n-gg-s but there’s diamonds in my mouth
block in my [? ] you know what i’m about
i’m in the [? ] got your grandpa mad
cause i slide through west straight knockin on his -ss
2800 all day, hood on smash
countin h-lla cash, drivin h-lla fast
[chorus]
your girl say i get her wetter than a jetski
blades on the coupe, see me skate like gretzky
see me [? ] v12 try and catch me
rather sees a/c breakin down another street
i tell the girl roll it up, she roll it up and p-ss it back to me
standards on this other beat, my [? ] after me
but they don’t ever catch me cause i mollywhop
i get stupid in the drop cause we own the block
b-ss don’t ever stop, yellow stones in the watch
it’s 3 in the mornin, i just left the club
fin to hit the hood, wake everybody up
i’m gettin money sellin weed on my iphone
i’m always [? ] with the rims so f-ck you bro
i can’t drink, but my wheels can
b-tch in shape, i think she know who i am
get you tipsy from starin at the wheels, d-mn
[chorus]
these fools h-lla big up, i be in the sky
smoke h-lla weed, i be h-lla high
pull up to curb, bounce out, what’s the word?
paints sick, yea i’m stuntin on them lame birds
they get at me, i’m smokin on crack street
slidin on shack feet, yea i got the strap b
i bang west coast, dodge white ghosts
mess around with my cheese, you gon be toast
rims extra large, car real little
my watch starburst but the chain skittles
navigation with the destination in the middle
where you going? where i’m goin fin to get the cake
last week, i swear to god i made the street break
i hustle all day, i don’t take breaks
shout out to the real, f-ck you to the fakes
big money in my safe, [? ]
[chorus]
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