Corrección Letra Stuntin’ On Ya par Clyde Carson

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Yeah, yeah
Team, Team
Yeah, this what you call stuntin' music right here, baby
Yeah, Team
Kaz Kyzah, show 'em what you talkin' 'bout, pimpin'

Yeah, I'm in the 'Land (Fully van), Box Chev' (Twenty grand)
One P (That strand), all hands (Go with fam)
Cougar cla**ic, call me Ca**ius
Family, where the weed? Yurp and cat p*ss
Rips runnin', chips comin', I'm on one
It's nothin', I'm stuntin', I'm so gone
Hit b***on, starts up automatic
Shift kit automatic, clips twin automatics
Eastside, Westside, Northside area
Oakland, Richmond, San Jo' area
V-Town, Frisco, Alto area
Home of the flyest n***a in America
Must be the glare of the rings and bracelets
Got the rip chicks so flirtatious
Don't mistake it, I position they placement
Lace 'em in with the basics, we erase it and face it

Hey mama, is it just that
I'm a motherf**kin' stunna?
Hey bruh bruh, just handcuff her
If you really lovin' on her
Yeah, I'm just stuntin' on ya
I'm just stunthin' on ya
(Stuntin' on ya, stuntin' on ya)
Yeah, yeah, I'm just stuntin' on ya
(You know Carson stunt, mayne)
Yeah, yeah, I'm just stuntin' on ya

Stunna mayne got Hummers, mayne
You know Carson, I got a lot of runners, mayne
Ripnuts, hoodrats, baby mamas, mayne
Do whatever every time the boy dial they number, mayne
Gamed up, mouthpiece so serious
The way I talk to 'em, mayne, she's so curious
Look at her n***a, mayne, he's so furious (Why?)
Once I got her, I got her, it's over, period
High experience once you know me
My flow is like a coke high minus the nosebleed
Your dough is like a benefit, mine is the proceed
Whole bunch of bullsh*t, funds is folding
I'm on one, stuntin' like I'm 'posed to stunt
Zonin', put the purple dope to blunt
Swisher (Rollin' it), take two (Hold it in)
Clyde back to work, you know I stay Moe Doe, man
Hey mama, is it just that
I'm a motherf**kin' stunna?
Hey bruh bruh, just handcuff her
If you really lovin' on her
Yeah, I'm just stuntin' on ya
I'm just stunthin' on ya
Yeah, yeah, I'm just stuntin' on ya
Yeah, yeah, I'm just stuntin' on ya

See, know who the Town he felt
Young boy don't need no help
See, him on one, he feel himself
Young boy don't need no help
See, know who the Town he felt
Young boy don't need no help
See, him on one, he feel himself
Young boy don't need no help

Yeah, ayy, couple of yills, hundred-proof fifth
Bottle of Patron and I'm with clique
Rubber band bills and a box full of Swishers
Don't stick with the Priv', you could sip real quick
Crew with the 'Stangs, Chevrolets
Yurple to blaze lit in the ashtray
I'm out that Yay, U.S., still say
That I'm so Bay with it, fitted in this red clay, ayy
Hey mama, is it just that
I'm a motherf**kin' stunna?
Hey bruh bruh, just handcuff her
If you really lovin' on her
Yeah, I'm just stuntin' on ya (Stuntin' on ya)
I'm just stunthin' on ya
Yeah, yeah, I'm just stuntin' on ya
Yeah, yeah, I'm just stuntin' on ya

Yeah, it's what you call stuntin' music right here, pimpin'
Team, World Premiere, World Premiere

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