Birdman, Roddy Ricch, Lil Wayne - STUNNAMAN (Lyrics)

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  • Published on:  5/21/2021
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    Birdman ft. Lil Wayne & Roddy Ricch “STUNNAMAN”, available everywhere now: https://Birdman.lnk.to/Stunnaman

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    Lyrics:

    D Roc, D Roc, D Roc, D Roc

    I bought a white Bentayga
    Had to creep through the night in a spaceship
    We was runnin' outside from the jake
    Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
    Keep a lot of shooters in the cut cut
    And I got a ride with the tuck up, huh
    Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
    Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh
    Uh, and I got the whole hood on go
    Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky all froze
    Stunnaman stunnaman stunnaman drip drip down to my toes
    Still pull up in a Rolls Rolls

    Got a Ferrari when I drive through the hills
    All of my niggas outside for real
    I'm 'bout to shit on niggas diarrhea
    It's a lot of fake niggas, I'ma die real
    I be hangin' outside with gorillas
    Lost my dog, wanna die with my nigga
    Niggas rather be fly than realer
    And if the opps wanna slide get hit up
    I'm in the gang for the dirty dirty
    My right hand keep a 30 clip
    I done did some time with the murderers
    I ain't gotta shine on purpose, huh
    Plot 'em every time I put up (Put up)
    Trap house lookin' like cook out (Cook out)
    He creepin' up get the red dot, head shot

    I bought a white Bentayga
    Had to creep through the night in a spaceship
    We was runnin' outside from the jake
    Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
    Keep a lot of shooters in the cut cut
    And I gotta ride with the tuck up, huh
    Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
    Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh
    Uh, and I got the whole hood on go
    Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky all froze
    Stunnaman stunnaman stunnaman drip drip down to my toes
    Still pull up in a Rolls Rolls (Stunna, yeah, Rich Gang)

    Cap a slingshot on eighty shit
    Cherry wood in all my whips
    Do it big that label shit
    Created shit but stayed hood rich (Stayed rich)
    That's how we lace this shit
    Get money, stay break a bitch
    At the top of hill, another shootout
    With a hundred mil', we wave that shit (We wave that shit)
    Chanel bag, jewelries be hundreds or mo' (Hundreds or mo')
    And I got my whole hood on go (Hood on go)
    Bird call, I hit a lace then got ghost (Got ghost)
    Rich nigga, Roberto Cavalli, marble floors

    I bought a white Bentayga
    Had to creep through the night in a spaceship
    We was runnin' outside from the jake
    Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
    Keep a lot of shooters in the cut cut
    And I gotta ride with the tuck up, huh
    Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
    Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh
    Uh, and I got the whole hood on go (Yeah)
    Look at my neck, make my wrist, my pinky all froze (Yeah, yeah)
    Stunnaman stunnaman stunnaman drip drip down to my toes (Down to my toes)
    Still pull up in a Rolls Rolls

    Uh, stunnaman, stunnaman
    Bulletproof Cullinan
    Chrome heart bust, now I weigh it underhand
    Spent a couple hunnid bands, that was just for the band
    Put a dirty hundred grand, up in the laundry bag
    'Bout to pop another xan, 'bout to smoke a hundred grams
    I'ma be who I am, you are not what I am
    Lit like the light at the end of the tunnel man
    But the light just might be a train comin' man
    I had to spend some money to win some money
    I had the rooftop down but still had the tints up on it
    Weed so good, I tensed up on it
    Lil' hoe tryna' inch up on me while my bitch up on me
    Rose gold lookin' like ketchup on me
    I let that chopper ring with no holy matrimony
    All red like Patrick homie
    Red bone got her latches on me
    I can't even sleep tight without a million cash inside the mattress homie
    Told bae I'm in the booth you gon' have to play with the pussy on FaceTime
    Just found out the President I voted for was already dead slime (Headshot)


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