Joe Budden Stuntin' Lyrics

Jumpoff!
OTM in tha Building
It's gettin warm outside
You know when it get warm out you gotta pull the cars out the garage
Get the jewelry out the safe deposit box

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I need hands in the air
Throwin grands in the air
Standin on couches
Standin on chairs (what else)
Buckets of hard liquor
Lookin like that n____
If you never seen it , just paintin a picture
She had the cute face with the nice waist game
Gave me her number and her my s___e name (uh huh)
I come through and she see how I'm doin
I walk right by, me and Gabrielle Union
Fight Night , Front Row uppin my swag
Lost my Cartier Shades f___in with Zab
And it seems like the Scallywags won't keep off me (so I)
Tell em when to go , learned that from E-40 - WAIT
Bet your man can't do it like him
Flood the whole Breitling Bluish like him (uh huh)
I live life like I'm runnin from the Law
Incase they watching I start frontin even more. I'm Just

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c__eeeeezy, OTM
If the doors don't lift up then they suicide
If it aint a coupe then I fit 2 inside
I pull loot out , cars with no roof out
Go to VIP and have Champagne shootouts
I wear a golddigger cooch out
Give it to her once, they tell they man to move out
I'ma problem n these you never find em
Look close, I only wear em once like a condom
Broke n____ - Not I
The coupe eyes c___-eyed
Roof go bye-bye
Sneakers loose Dada
You know the boy stay fresh stay clean
Wrist full of Coldstones - I aint talkin Ice Cream
Gorgeous Left, I'm fresh 2 def
Wait for me fall off, man hold your breath
I'm partyin with bad hoes in love with they eX
Thinkin thank God there's some rich n____z left.

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Let me teach em somethin real quick (I'm All IN)
Ladies Love Me, Girls Adore Me, I mean even them ones that never saw me
Chicks nowadays for real they startin to bore me
Aint answered in months and chicks still tryin to call me (CHILL)
My NY s___, Baggy Jeans with a knot in it
ATL where they leaned wit it , rocked wit it
Down in Miami 18's with a knock in it
Its big in your hood, my team got some stock in it
I don't babysit Ma, this aint daycare
I fly out tomorrow, what we do here stay's here
Sport Range pulled up it's no hate here
Deep Dishes White five fifty, I don't play fair
Keep from round me if you aint tryin to get dough
DJ's shoutin me.. see me on my get low
Hat on tilt, usual thug fashion
They must be watchin , cuz the cameras keep flashin

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