big tymers - # 1 stunna lyrics
[baby]
n-gg- can’t out-stunt me when i come in these f-ckin’ cars, n-gg-
believe that!
you know me – i don’t need no introduction and sh-t
ride bentley’s ’round the city on b-ttons, ya b-tch
arm hangin’, wrist blingin’ – just stun’n and sh-t
drop the top
block is hot
stay b-mpin’, ya b-tch
when b. atrice get it right, don’t tangle and twist it
hit the club every night, drunk – drinkin’ that crissy
n-gg-s mad – don’t like it ’cause i’m bangin’ they b-tches
when the light hit the ice, it tw-nkle and glistens
baby, brian, b., bubba – you can call me what you feel
hoppin’ out the platinum hummer with the platinum grill
with the platinum pieces, and the platinum chains
with the platinum watches, and the platinum rings (platinum rings)
that sh-t ain’t changed
still doin’ my thing
still do it for the block – nuts hang and swing
you don’t know another n-gg- that could stunt like me (stunt like me)
big tymers representin’, n-gg- – the u.p.t.
(hook [baby + lil’ wayne])
[baby]
i’ma a hard stun’n n-gg- like evil knievel
[lil’ wayne]
jumpin’ out lex’s and hummers – showin’ off for my people
[baby]
i’m the # 1 stunna!
[lil’ wayne]
what, wh-what, what?
[baby]
the # 1 stunna!
[lil’ wayne]
what, wh-what, what?
[baby]
james bond, jackie chan, and that b-tch, mcgiver
[lil’ wayne]
private planes, jaguars, bentley’s, and prowlers
[baby]
i’m the # 1 stunna!
[lil’ wayne]
what, wh-what, what?
[baby]
the # 1 stunna!
[lil’ wayne]
what, wh-what, what?
[baby]
all my thugs own cars – when i ride, i’m fly
we thugs, not stars – b-tch, ride or die
puttin’ bricks on blocks, n-gg- – cooked and cut
juvy ’bout to hold the rocks, n-gg-, hook it up
diamonds on my hoes’ feet – when they walk, they spark
diamonds in my f-ckin’ teeth – when i talk, i spark
don’t f-ck around with beef – when it start, i spark
me and my hot boy creeps – when it’s dark, we spark
just bought a new car, and i was thinkin’ ’bout a million
the motherf-ckin’ driver seat sittin’ in the middle
me and my son, wheezy, got a house by the water
i’ll be f-ckin’ bad b-tches (bad b-tches, bad b-tches)
[lil’ wayne]
i be hittin’ they daughters
[baby]
i like my d-ck sucked fast
[lil’ wayne]
i like to play with them rookies
[baby]
i like to f-ck ’em in they -ss while he beat up the p-ssy
i’m the number-one stunna – you don’t want my sh-t
i’ma stunt ’til i die, b-tch, the sh-t don’t quit
(hook [baby + lil’ wayne])
[juvenile]
baby, pop the crystile, and shine the jew-els
get the cadillac from (?) with twenty-inch l’s
[lil’ wayne]
boss b.,
slow down in the jag, you lost me
[baby]
{tires squeal}
slow down, wayne – you know that’s all on me
[lil’ wayne]
but you know how slow the new rolls royce be
come on – you know how slow the new rolls royce be
[juvenile]
baby, give me the keys, give me the weed,
give me the g’s, give me the mack-10
let me see happenin’
to me, these n-gg-s last in
[lil’ wayne]
what’s up, boss b.
you ever got beef with a busta, you can call me
you know i keep a “blucka-blucka”
hit ’em all week
give me the keys to the bubble
i’m on wall street
juvenile (juvenile)
[juvenile]
baby, let me get the keys to the rover truck
man, let me get this beef sh-t over, bruh
[lil’ wayne]
but wait,
my n-gg-, baby – he live on chrome
my n-gg-, baby – he get his shine on
(hook2x [baby + lil’ wayne])
[baby]
now, it’s plain and simple, n-gg-
i ain’t met a n-gg- yet
could f-ck with these cash money hot boys with these cars, n-gg-
see that new monte carlo, that’s hot and on fire
that my dog, fresh, had first
we got ’em on dubs
that lexus – the new one – that come out in 2001 with the frog eyes
i got that b-tch on dubs
and that yu- the new yukon, that’s bubble-eye
i got that b-tch on dubs
and that mercedes wagon, with the kit, that’s kitted out
look like it got frog eyes
that b-tch on dubs
and i got that benz that me and my dog bought for our b-tches
we got this sh-t here on dubs
we all drive bentley’s on dubs
i’m tryin’ to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes
i just bought me a platinum football field, n-gg-
ya understand?
don’t f-ck with me with these cars, n-gg- (at all, playboy)
we the number-one stunnas, n-gg- (n-gg-, we don’t give a f-ck)
got that viper with them rattlin stripes, with that kit
ya understand?
we ain’t playin’
tv’s in all our sh-t
believe that, playboy
(f-ck your whole hood up)
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