Stuntin' Too Clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
F-t-k, bitch; know what I mean
You see me stuntin' too clean, as I'm rollin' up on twenty-fours
Bitch; gettin' love straight from the door
I be seein' hater niggas, eyein', tryin' to fuck my game up
But I brush 'em off my cup like,
"What the fuck is good flow?" bitch, you be hearin' it;
Makin' straight tracks; make these hoes feel delirious
Yes; and you know we got our game up
F-t-k, boy, pull the fuckin' name up
Posted up with C-Lew; puffin' on a Swisher Sweet
Rolled tightly, nicely
Blowin' smoke and chokin', nigga; chillin' on that purple shit
Boy, I stay geeked up; yeah, I'm on that Urkel shit
F-Town kings run my city like a mayor
Plus ya' boy shinin' hard like I got no hair
You soft like Lifesavers; man, we hard like Now and Laters
Bitch, I'm smokin' now and later; middle finger to them haters
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
F-t-k, bitch; know what I mean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
F-t-k, bitch; know what I mean
L-r-g from my feet up, G'd up
F-t-k on the map; nigga, we up
And I blow my trees up; blunts like, super-size
One hit of my kush; my nigga, you finna die
I ain't gotta lie, rep my city 'til I'm froze
Man, I'm pressed 'bout them dollars, I ain't trippin' 'bout them hoes
You can catch J-Lew, just posted in the cut
And I bang my city; I throw it right up
Walk in the club; dish hella stacks, between the broads
Cause we got that
Pussy-ass niggas tryina talk that head;
But they hear one track, and it send them straight to bed
Bitch; and you see we stuntin' too clean
And you know I'm a dope fiend
From the No, to the H-Town
Layin' down tracks, hit it straight from the break-down
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
F-t-k, bitch; know what I mean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
F-t-k, bitch; know what I mean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
F-t-k, bitch; know what I mean
You see me stuntin' too clean, as I'm rollin' up on twenty-fours
Bitch; gettin' love straight from the door
I be seein' hater niggas, eyein', tryin' to fuck my game up
But I brush 'em off my cup like,
"What the fuck is good flow?" bitch, you be hearin' it;
Makin' straight tracks; make these hoes feel delirious
Yes; and you know we got our game up
F-t-k, boy, pull the fuckin' name up
Posted up with C-Lew; puffin' on a Swisher Sweet
Rolled tightly, nicely
Blowin' smoke and chokin', nigga; chillin' on that purple shit
Boy, I stay geeked up; yeah, I'm on that Urkel shit
F-Town kings run my city like a mayor
Plus ya' boy shinin' hard like I got no hair
You soft like Lifesavers; man, we hard like Now and Laters
Bitch, I'm smokin' now and later; middle finger to them haters
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
F-t-k, bitch; know what I mean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
F-t-k, bitch; know what I mean
L-r-g from my feet up, G'd up
F-t-k on the map; nigga, we up
And I blow my trees up; blunts like, super-size
One hit of my kush; my nigga, you finna die
I ain't gotta lie, rep my city 'til I'm froze
Man, I'm pressed 'bout them dollars, I ain't trippin' 'bout them hoes
You can catch J-Lew, just posted in the cut
And I bang my city; I throw it right up
Walk in the club; dish hella stacks, between the broads
Cause we got that
Pussy-ass niggas tryina talk that head;
But they hear one track, and it send them straight to bed
Bitch; and you see we stuntin' too clean
And you know I'm a dope fiend
From the No, to the H-Town
Layin' down tracks, hit it straight from the break-down
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
F-t-k, bitch; know what I mean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
Stuntin' too clean; stuntin', stuntin' too clean
F-t-k, bitch; know what I mean
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Writer(s): Chris Lewis Jr.
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