Listen to Stunna Of Da Year (feat. AMP Ell, Ron Raxx & DJ Poppa) by A.M.P.

Stunna Of Da Year (feat. AMP Ell, Ron Raxx & DJ Poppa)

A.M.P.

Hip-Hop/Rap

Lyrics

Drumdummie made the beat and I'm gon' kill it Ayy, we gettin' money over here Everybody 'round me stuntin' over here Feelin' like the Stunna of the year If they ain't 'bout a profit, they ain't comin' over here nigga Ayy, we gettin' money over here Everybody 'round me stuntin' over here Feelin' like the Stunna of the year If they ain't 'bout a profit, they ain't comin' over here nigga Ayy nigga, don't bring your bitch 'round a real bay nigga It might be your last day, with her set her free Sand in the beach then a wave hit her And she know it ain't no savin' her, better float Cold nigga, make em' shiver with a metal coat What she'll do for a P, he'll never know If she ain't comin' with a fee If she ain't comin' with a fee, I gotta let her go Ayy, I'm about a major profit. Need it pronto, I don't do the late deposits. I'm. Bout a check till a nigga in the coffin Diamonds drippin' like I'm swimmin' with some dolphins Ran up the sco', now they switchin' up they offense You'll think we never took a loss, no L's, baby She used to them simps workin' hard for it She ain't never fucked with a boss, it's Ell, baby Ayy, we gettin' money over here Everybody 'round me stuntin' over here Feelin' like the Stunna of the year If they ain't 'bout a profit, they ain't comin' over here nigga Ayy, we gettin' money over here Everybody 'round me stuntin' over here Feelin' like the Stunna the year If they ain't 'bout a profit, they ain't comin' over here, nigga Bitch, we say now, we don't say next Nigga Ell told me slide, I said, say less It's designer for the cleats, but it was payless 808s and heartbreak, no K-West I just might ride Wraith, pull up Rolls-Royce They say haters gone, hate, let's leave them no choice How we coming leave 'em speechless with no voice And she said, nigga, voice get her so moist So addicted to the stuntin', it's a bad habit Heard about you at the bank, it was so tragic You get to the money slow, I'ma blow past it Make your bitch disappear like I know magic Niggas tried to baller block it, but they couldn't stop it Niggas goin' through withdrawals, I just make deposits Go and get it for the fam, nigga, that's the object Me and Ell raisin' hell for a major profit Ayy, we gettin' money over here Everybody 'round me stuntin' over here Feelin' like the Stunna of the year If they ain't 'bout a profit, they ain't comin' over here nigga Ayy, we gettin' money over here Everybody 'round me stuntin' over here Feelin' like the Stunna of the year If they ain't 'bout a profit, they ain't comin' over here, nigga.
Writer(s): Ellis Cummings, Ronald Cooper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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