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lirik lagu hazemunny - supreme stuntin’

verse 1: look, i been in this game for years, this sh-t made me an animal/ it rules to the sh-t, so i’m immune to bullsh-t/ i hear a lot of n-ggas talkin like they really gettin chips/ but they’ll never stack it to the ceiling/ so there is no compet-tion/ hol up i don’t give a f-ck, cuz you n-ggas really suck/ seeing how we stuntin’ on em, so they wanna live like us/ buy a dozen bottles in the club, and f-ck the city up/ no mercy or no pity, how i rhyme my sh-t so witty/ how i come up wit deez flows, leg drops and throwin bows/ never trippin bout no chickens, never slipping for no hoes/ still tippin on fo-vogues/ you can check my n-ggas resumes/ high as f-ck in first cl-ss, that’s how our money levitate/ long ways from section 8, condos is second rate/ flauntin’ wit my team/ now our stuntin is supreme/ couple thousand and sum icy jeans, yellow tape the scene/ body bag cuz i just popped sum tags/ make my k!llings clean/ f-ck you mean, we don’t do this?/ we the truest and the boolest/ i’m from the lou/ but but my yankee cap it be so bluish/ i got the hook up, shoutout to master p, i be so foolish/ coolest sh-t that i could ever do/ my fresh will be the death of u/ hol up

hook: ayy now hol up/ yall n-ggas livin fast, my n-gga just slow up/ naw we on the right path and i spent a couple bucks on this, just to be like lil n-gga you ain’t up on this/ now hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up/ yeah i spent a couple bucks on this, just to be like lil n-gga you ain’t up on this/ hol up

verse 2: i’m so c-cky, my style is n0body’s/ i won’t f-ck wit n0body that don’t have no body/ a hottie, lil mami gotta be, to compliment me/ a lawyer chick, georgetown hoya chick, she thick from dc/ i got a case but i ain’t coppin a plea, took it to trial/ beat it, then beat the box, like she was boxing wit me/ quarter birds of the finest herbs, f-ck bout what you heard/ this the word round our congregation, why you n-ggas hatin/ ol fakin -ss n-ggas, tasteless -ss n-ggas/ dont wanna see a brotha shine, you ol racist -ss n-ggas/ you was mad cuz you saw me out in miami wit da marlins/ or in harlem, sitting next to spike lee up in the garden/ you bothered/ and now i’m on my f-ckin way to be a martyr/ munny corleone/ i’m all for the fam, the god father/ how you tryna eat, i know the feeling, n-gga f-ck the cops/ but all that sh-t that you be doing, you the reason why it’s hot/ so hol up my nig

- lirik lagu hazemunny

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