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Birdman & Lil Wayne Lyrics

Stuntin' Like My Daddy (rock Remix) Lyrics

(feat. jay-z, tha game, young dro, fabo of d4l)

[intro: birdman & lil' wayne]
Whezzy baby,babyyyyyyy,shyeaaaaaa,shyeaaaaaaaaaa,stuntin' like
My daddy(remixxxxxxxxxxx)say whezzayyyyyyyyyy(eyyyyyyy)
Droooooooo,fabooooooooo,tha gameeeeeeee,babyyyyyyyy,
Whezzzzzzzzzy,jayyyyyyyyyyyy,(yesssssssssss)ahhhhhhhh

Vrooom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Wut im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money
Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross
Cash money still the company, and bitch im the boss
And i be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy
Im the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy

[verse 1: lil' wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
They call me young wheezy, rodregous
You know i'm gettin you hot, hot as the kendrick, ya know
And i keep the crown bat swingin, swingin that at iron
Pitch on the block like monaural
To bad for tv, you won't see me i'm ridin the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get you life in the streets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth cost
That way i will never cheap talk
And i call my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah baby
Whezzy wee is a playa baby, and i don't share babies
So if you searchin for some bitch ain't nothin here, baby
Catch me throwin an eighty in the latest bentley
Goin out, and whezzy never hit a foul, a hot guy
Does hip-hop flyies are knockin up, out the park
And after the game we gone meet up after dark

Vrooom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Wut im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money
Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross
Cash money still the company, and bitch im the boss
And i be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy
Im the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy

[verse 2: birdman]
We got weed in the mornin', weed for the homies
Weed in the back of the coupe i been smokin my nigga
I went from g's and thieves nigga
We blowin the weed my nigga-f*ckin wit freaks nigga (hot boys)
I'm in that bentley coupe nigga
From shine on video to six foot shorty too my nigga
And yeah we headed up town nigga
Blow after pound my niggaz puttin it down nigga
And yeah ridin big is my crown nigga
Holdin my rounds nigga-holdin my town my nigga (believe that)
To be the boss that i be nigga
And smoke weed everyday of the week nigga
On stunna island nigga f*ckin with them g niggaz
We gettin money everyday of the week nigga
It's fast money nigga-cash money made me
We blow that purple everyday in my city streets

Vrooom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Wut im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money
Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross
Cash money still the company, and bitch im the boss
And i be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy
Im the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy

[verse 3: tha game]
Lace your timbs, polish your gators, we like odds in vegas
You can't ball then it's probably the haters
Can't breathe then it's probably the desert, if you a gangster or not
I give a f*ck dawg, bullets is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit
The more pain the more blood drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they know
If they came through everybody in the x-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this
The game the reason all these niggaz on that "cali love" shit
Compton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6
F*ck you up like one time'll do
And i dare y'all to stop on the 'shaw, and king boulevard
Pull it hard, doogie howser pullin bullets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket
You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it
I got tha ice cream impala wit da course meal caddy
Call it what you want but you know i be stuntin' like my daddy

Vrooom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Wut im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money
Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross
Cash money still the company, and bitch im the boss
And i be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy
Im the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy

[verse 4: young dro]
Yawl niggas salty
Hessian hoes want me
Yesaday i was the freshes nigga in the country
Bad hoes hunt me
They follow me on sunday
The rape me on monday
And they blow the cush ?
Tuesday
I have them eatin pussy rightin front of me
Wensday
Was summthin fit.. a man guess wat done to me?
Broke that nigga
After that we bought a hummer g
Thursday
We took it home
Friday
We get some mo
Got a grand
Get some blow
Buy the daum liquor store
Drink untill we drunk
Then in the morning
Then we hit the jewelry store
Yellow fits
Yellow wrists
Yellow chicks
Yelow cris
Bitch you gotta yield
You dont see this daum yellow whip
Yellow gun
Yellow clip
Fruity gat shoot it back
Crome band
Bitch niggas
What you doing with that
Take 'em back
Make 'em pop a bunch of pills
Make a bitch eat it
Tryin to show that hoe how fun it is

Vrooom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Wut im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money
Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross
Cash money still the company, and bitch im the boss
And i be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy
Im the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy

[verse 5: fabo of d4l]
All my gangsta's, all my thugs, they shit on you, you f*ck em up, d4l aint all i trust you ,shittin me, thats all my luv, they aint bone enuf to come
F*ck wit us, bankhead gone buck wit us, westside gone buck wit us, atl gone buck wit us,u think fabo aint ready to come out thet door and kill a bitch ,
You shittin me, you think i'm lyin when i say i'm pop by bill, bitch,you shittin me, i lived dirty all my life but u think it aint real bitch you shittin
Me, you think i'm playin o wi this steal you shittin me, we stand on corners and cus, we hell to much, we killa wit guts automatic no clutch, proper boy
Thats me click, i dont care who you wit d4l runin shit, we got the hood on lock bitch, scot ye lard dats my dog,free blu wat up cuz , in the hood everday,
Like a fen on drugs, got that work for the low, weed, pills ,and the drow,seely fat never slow, count my money get sum mo

Vrooom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Wut im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money
Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross
Cash money still the company, and bitch im the boss
And i be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy
Im the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy

[verse 6: jay-z]
Check, live from the 7-1-8
Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weight
I'm wishin arthritis on all writers who, knock my hustle
How can y'all understand the struggle?
It's hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix
Knowin i outclass three-e niggaz in the six
So i outblast til it's empty clips
And i outlast niggaz, survival of the fit
One life, i gotta make sure it's done right
Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation
Ball out, until i fall out
Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out
Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain
Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain
Life's harsh, i know y'all runnin from 'caine
But it'll only catch you and track you down
With no deal, who you gonna rap to now?
Start your own record company, that's profound
Live niggaz gonna rumble when you back from the war
Jive niggaz gonna crumble and fall(falllllllinnnn')
Man f*ck damon dash and jim jones
Dem niggaz just chatterboxin' on collect phones(hovvvvv)

Vrooom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Wut im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money
Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross
Cash money still the company, and bitch im the boss
And i be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy
Im the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy

[ontro: lil wayne & birdman]
Crazyyyyyyyyyy,like fatha,like son,hell yeaaaa,shyeaaaaaaaa,
I know you like itttttt,matter ofa fact you love it whezzzzzy,
Lugzzzzzzzzz,birdmannnnnnn,babyyyyyyyy, stuntin' like my daddy,
Bitch!!!!!,remixxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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