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Lil Wayne - Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Radio Edit) lyrics

(Hook - Lil Wayne)
zoom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hun
wut im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money
wut they doin, hatin on us, but they neva cross
cash money still the company, and b**** 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)
b**** im paid, thats all i gotta stay
cant see my lil n****, the money in the way
and im, im sittin high, a gansta ride blades
if you aint gone ride fly than you might as well hate s***
i gotta eat...shiit even though i ate
it aint my birthday but i got my name on my cake
believe that, if ya mans wanna play
imma f*** around and put that boy brains on the table
pick em up f*** em let lay
where im from we see a f***in dead body everyday
thats, uptown, throwin stack at 'em
n****z talk about me im throwin shots back at 'em
b**** im a pipe, and she like a crack attic
and she saw me cookin led and she though i was back at it
i grab the keys, hoe i gotta go
i got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs



(Hook - Lil Wayne)
zoom on a yamaha hot chromed out 11 hun
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 b**** 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)
98's, 45 paper plates
10 the whole thang big money heavy weight
a hundred stacks, spend 50 on a caddy, 25 on the pinky,
bought a pound of blow and bounced back
magic grills, big houses on the hill
got them hoes in the kitchen all cookin pan meals
, dollar after dollar
flippin chickens gettin tickets want the money and the power
born stunna, uptown hunter
3rd world G n**** been about money
ice chounky, birdman redmonkeys
white Tees on the cromed out eleven huney
you now we shine every summer, we grind every summer
and this is how we spend money
you see them bentleys and them lambs'
them ounces and them grams, b**** we was born hustlas