Stackin' lyrics

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WIZ KHALIFA lyrics : "Stackin'"

Yea, you already know,
When I walk the $#[email protected] by
You can't act like

I ain't the fliest thing you ever seen in your
Whole entire mutha$#[email protected] sorry $$# life


You can't say I'm not the freshest ^!$$% you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That's probably why yo (*##$ keep ringin' my phone

When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep
I'm good in the hood everybody know me

I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stntin' like a young ^!$$% supposed to

Stunt'n like I'm supposed to

Ridin' with my hat @@#!ed back

Smokin' something good 3 blunts and I'm smacked out
All city on smash, game on padlock
26 inch rims throw ?em on the matchbox

6 bad hoes man I can't choose one
3 cell phones I just can't use one
You see how often I spit

You just off bread hun
This the %#@! they can't do young
Talk fly if you look ?em in the air

Too young, you wonder were I got these Gucci pair of shoes from
A lot of ya'll mad
To me it's just funny

I see why ya'll hatin man the hoes just love me
And you know I'm gettin' shhh
Fuck it I ain't gotta say it

The tab taken care of ^!$$% I ain't gotta pay it
Yea, I'm all day with it, year round
I bet if you was here now

You can't say I'm not the freshest ^!$$% you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That's probably why yo (*##$ keep ringin' my phone

When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind, no sleep
I'm good in the hood everybody know me

I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stunt'n like a young ^!$$% supposed to


Got a fat knot, blunt rolled up
Me I ride clean

Neck froze up
Bad (*##$ on the side
My ^!$$%s all rich

Foreign whips is what they drive
Yea, I smell like Gucci and big money too
See them guys with me? they gettin' money too

Ride 222s and got heat so
If a ^!$$% try me you a big prob you runnin' into
I smoke a lot need blunt or 2

At a time whole pounds I be runnin' through
Yea, I got a dime (*##$ coming through
Cause I pimp like I'm supoosed to

Wonder how I get it like this, I could show you
It's all leather in the whip when I roll through
This year I'm a get %#@! cleared

Take a look at this kid

You can't say I'm not the freshest ^!$$% you ever seen

Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That's probably why yo (*##$ keep ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone

Lil' homie I grind, no sleep
I'm good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast

Hear me when I roll through
Stunt'n like a young ^!$$% supposed to

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Writer(s): Ronald Tyler Colson, Cameron Thomaz
Copyright: Sony/ATV Allegro, Songs Of Universal Inc., Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Wiz Khalifa Publishing
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