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t.y. – stunned on yo bitch lyrics

[intro: t.y.]
stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her
stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her

[chorus: t.y.]
i stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her
i stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her
i stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her
i stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her

[verse 1: t.y.]
yea, look
i stunted on yo’ b-tch in the worst way
i stunted on yo’ b-tch just the other day
i stunted on yo’ b-tch in my old school (my ’83)
the way i stunted on yo’ b-tch should’ve made the news
i learned from the flyest in the game (my n-gg- spitta)
original creator of the jet planes (my n-gg- spitta)
everywhere i go somebody know my name
it only let me know that i’m doing my thang

[chorus: t.y.]
i stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her
i stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her
i stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her
i stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her

[verse 2: t.y.]
heard my engine way before you seen me
ran a stop sign ’cause i was speeding
music h-lla loud trunk beating
jamming my pops sh-t wishing they would free him
son of a gangsta i get violent if it’s needed
og cello say holla if i need him
we back to back in them exotics and we creepin’
love tried to holla but i’m chillin’ this evening

[chorus: t.y.]
i stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her
i stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her
i stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her
i stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her
i stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her
i stunted on yo’ b-tch before i f-cked her
i stunted on yo’ b-tch be-
before i f-cked her

[verse 3: curren$y]
cinnamon rolls, ice in my gold
this n-gg- cold, he f-cking froze
these b-tches chose, because they know
i’m where the money at so she stay ready to go
gang, capital g crush a lame
down in the dust wipe the rims on my mulsanne
no coming mane, stunting mane in the turning lane
gold dana dane’s low rider with the painted frame
mama know my name because she follow players
she a fan of the big money and heavy weighters
couple drops of holy water dripping from my bracelet
stunting on the devilish b-tches and they can’t take it
b-tches making bedroom eyes and f-ck me faces
done it a few times in a few exclusive places
perfect crime i k!ll it never leave no f-ckin’ traces
lay my rhymes down it’s never no lies inside
might catch me in that ’65 throwing up east side

- t y lyrics

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