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Wiz Khalifa - Stuntin Lyrics

When i walk the f-ck back
You can't act like that ain't the flyest thing you ever seen in your whole entire muthaf-ckin sorry a-s life

[chorus]
Can't say i'm not the freshest n-gga that you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin' less in my jeans
That's probably why yo b-tch keep ringin' my phone
When i pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie i grind (i grind)
No sleep (sleep)
I'm good in the hood everybody know me (know me)
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when i roll through
Stuntin' like a young n-gga supposed to

Stunt'n like i'm supposed to
Ridin' with my hat cocked
Smokin' something good 3 blunts and i'm smacked out
All city on smash, game on padlock
26 inch rims, chrome 'em on the matchbox
6 bad hoes man i can't choose one
3 cell phones i just can't use one
You see how often i spit
You just off bread hun
This the sh-t they can't do young
Talk fly if you look 'em in the air
Too young, you wonder where i got these gucci pair of shoes from
A lot of yall mad
To me it's just funny
I see why yall hatin man and the hoes just love me
And you know i'm gettin' shhh
F-ck it i ain't gotta say it
The tab taken care of n-gga i ain't gotta pay it
Yea, i'm all day with it, year round
I bet if you was here now

[chorus]
Can't say i'm not the freshest n-gga that you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin' less in my jeans
That's probably why yo b-tch keep ringin' my phone
When i pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie i grind (i grind)
No sleep (sleep)
I'm good in the hood everybody know me (know me)
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when i roll through
Stuntin' like a young n-gga supposed to

[verse 2]
Got a fat knot, blunt rolled up
Me i ride clean, neck froze up
Bad b-tch on the side
My n-ggas all rich
Foreign whips what they drive
Yea, i smell like gucci and big money too
See them guys with me? they gettin' money too
Ride 22′s and got heat so
If a n-gga try me you a big prob you runnin' into
I smoke a lot need blunt or 2
At a time whole pounds i be runnin' through
Yea, i got a dime b-tch coming through
Cuz i pimp like i'm supoosed to
Wonder how i get it like this, i could show you
But it's all leather in the whip when i roll through
This year i'm a get sh-t cleared
Take a look at this kid

[chorus]
Can't say i'm not the freshest n-gga that you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin' less in my jeans
That's probably why yo b-tch keep ringin' my phone
When i pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie i grind (i grind)
No sleep (sleep)
I'm good in the hood everybody know me (know me)
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when i roll through
Stuntin' like a young n-gga supposed to