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chris fotso - stuntin' lyrics

[intro]
cashmoneyap

[hook: chris fotso]
stuntin’, i’m stuntin’, i’m stuntin’, i’m stuntin’, i’m stuntin’
n-gga just stay in your lane, all of us know that you frontin’
stuntin’, i’m stuntin’, i’m driving the audi, my b-tch got the beamer
diamonds all on me, they dripping, i got your b-tch on me, we teed up
stuntin’, i’m stuntin’, i’m stuntin’, i’m stuntin’, i’m stuntin’
n-gga just stay in your lane, all of us know that you frontin’
stuntin’, i’m stuntin’, i’m driving the audi, my b-tch got the beamer
diamonds all on me, they dripping, i got your b-tch on me, we teed up

[verse 1: kidsofthe90s]
don’t ask no questions
because i’m a legend
riding ’round up on my side of town
better hope that we don’t catch ’em
all that talk, you just be flexin’
dramatic like young and the restless
swear that i never get restless
i be in the box like a message, yeah
i just marked your wife up off my checklist, whoa
if they talkin’ bout me i’ma dead it, wait
if they talking bout me they’ll regret it
used to have the city on a necklace
now i’m sitting pretty, stacking lettuce, yeah
really never doubt me for a second, second guessing
you a mess, i’m the king, no checkers
if she try to call me, let it ring for a second
wait, wait, stay in the zone
forgot her number was saved in my phone
late to the function, i’m laid up at home
this for the people that pay to get on, yeah, whoa (woo)
this for the people that pay to get on
know that they forget me, why they think they coming with me
i’ma be the one to stack the cash like diddy
swear i run the city, swear i run the city, uh
swear i run the city, swear i run the city, yeah
crib has been looking like christmas, uh
why do you think that you get it, uh, wait
why do you think that you get it

[verse 2: chris fotso]
yeah, double cup full of act now
hitters rolling with me everywhere they’a k!ll your -ss if you act out
yeah, you don’t want no beef
please do not f-ck round with me, ’cause we running these streets
lv shoes, yeah, louis on those
try staining my sh-t and i’m wiping your nose
walk into my crib and it’s full of these hoes
get out the door, ‘cause your p-ssy it stank
pull out the papers, i’m rolling this dank
countin’ my money, then laugh to the bank
come get your hoe she a sk-nk, what did you thank
f-ck is you saying, my n-gga, swear that i’ll go super saiyan on n-ggas
like goku, i am the best, thought i told you
whippin’ all foreigns, i roll through, maybe the tesla
digital dash, all electric
shutdown the club like i’m skepta, grimy
saying i tore up the spot, then fine me
way too remote you can’t find me, hidden
working, i ain’t left the house in a minute
you want a feature for free? must be kidding
now you got me livid, sh-t, this is my living
all of these rappers my chillun, i sonned ’em
had a few n-ggas throw shots, so i gunned ’em
none of you n-ggas a threat
dissed me on twitter, you thought i’d forget
pull up, the super soaker get you wet
feel like i’m curry, sharpshooter, get nothing but net
i always keep me a tec
so think for a second, and do not do sh-t you’ll regret

- chris fotso lyrics

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