Drake - Stuntin' lyrics

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Drake - Stuntin' lyrics

[Drake] Dramatic n***a Well, alright, here I go I'm a rapper turned singer, and you can tell that he smoke But I don't need my vocal chords, all I hit is c-notes N.E.R.D. flow, I spaz if I'm prevoked I'm about to change the f**in' game, pa** the remote Money is everything, and it's every other thing I'm part of the choir, that's the motto that my brother sing Cash is the right now, women are post game MoneyOverb**hes.com, check the domain It's comin' too soon, album on the way People ask me if I pray, I say, "Yeah, once in a blue moon" Oops I mean a red moon, I did it again Tune Let me leave a space in for your blood affiliation I state heavy metaphors, flow so overweight I could rap around these other youngins like a cobra snake Frostbite Drizzy, n***a, nobody as cold as Drake Keep your a** in line, don't be tryna to roller skate f** all the discrete sh**, I get on some deep sh** I am 21, tell me who do I compete with? I'm on my elite sh**, you could tell I'm real Cause I'm gettin' hood love and I ain't even talkin' street sh** Young angel, young lion, I'm done tryin' I'm just doin', who's drinkin'? cause I'm buyin' It's on me, everything is on me And my girl is still down like she's f**in' John B And when I go dumb, I tend to do dumb sh** I just listened back and now I'm sounded like a trumpet This for all the strippers cause I know that they gone bump it Tell 'em back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it Ain't no pistols here, your money will disappear My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year Tax brackets and back and forth faxes My money come in full circle, get up on my axis Maybe I'm a k** 'em, only cause I promised They think I'm bein' co*ky, but I'm only bein' honest I'm swallowin' the Goose, got a model gettin' loose And I never party 'less I got some bottles and a booth I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this I'm just havin' patience, cause I want it to make sense White cup, orange pop, Tennessee State sh** Drop a 4 in it and appreciate the greatness Drizzy [Lil Wayne] P-p-pa** the dro I am such a beast and you can ask them hoes And they might even say you should leave me alone And homie scared, cause his b**h like me Stuntin' is a habit, get it from my daddy Just like Shaggy, I tote that boom-bastic I'm a rude ba*tard, I don't give a f** 'bout y'all I ain't talkin' marbles, you can pluck my balls And yes I'm fallin', but up I fall And if your b**h in heat, she could f** my dog I went from penny pinchin' to private planes Never sat on any benches, I got in games Starter-Carter, ball harder Ten girls, pent house suite, ya'll order Whatever ya'll please: wine, crackers, and cheese They take off their clothes and put on my T's The supplement I've taken got me feelin' mighty My gun and money don't split, call that sh** Siamese Yes, my watch make the frickin' time freeze Your girl bless me, she s** my dick and I sneeze Cheap a** apartment, just the kitchen I need And 18 G's is why the chicken crossed the street Whatcha know 'bout it? my n***as so bout it If you k** everybody, they can't go to court about it Weezy, I ignore the liars baby I ignite the fire I am like a Michael Myers, leave your body in the dryer Got the shotty on the side of me, my bad boys follow me I'm a bad boy obviously, pop one at your Ivy Leage I don't have a rivalry, if so you'll have a casueulty Oops I meant a casualty, oops I meant catastrophe Oops I meant actually, you n***as is just a** to me And big wet p**y is more like what I'm rathering Welcome to the gathering, welcome to the burying Or I hang you on the wall like a art gallery You got short salary, and I got long money I got Cash Money, I got Young Money, b**h Gangsta See I told y'all it'll be well worth the wait, right? Dedication 3, Chris f** with me C'mon it's Mr. Thanksgiving you're talking about Thanks for sure

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