Big Tuck

Big Tuck - Stuntin' lyrics

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[talking] 

Yeah ha-ha, the way we shine 

The way we grind, Play-N-Skillz 

Big Tuck big bucks, we don't give a fuck 

Yeah we shining we grinding, hey let's go 



[Big Tuck] 

The big boss man, with a boss plan 

I got a loft man, you can run laps and 

Without touching some'ing, it ain't much of nothing 

But a lil' luxury, five place surround bumping 

Get your paper right, you a stunner right 

My house where the sight, living room Harley bike 

We'll out-stunt that, Houston I'll stunt back 

600 fuck that, McClaren nigga black on black 

Plus a Maybach, dub-deuce black flat 

I'll mase cats, box Chevy stretch that 

I'm on another level, you better come too 

Bring your funds too, new stones aqua blue 



[Hook: scratching] 

Chain froze up, chain froze up 

In a big body, in a big body 

Chain froze up, chain froze up 

In a big body, in a big body 

Five leather change, five leather change 

Five leather change, five-five leather change 

Break bread with me, break bread with me 

Break bread with me, five-five leather change 



[Big Tuck] 

Teeth stay glowing, Crys' stay po'ing 

Hoes stay hoe'ing, they niggaz ain't knowing 

Money making here, ain't no faking here 

Ain't no stopping here, big house and belvedier 

All my diamonds clear, meet me at the Cube Appear 

Cocaine Pier, come back with a souvenir 

I'm a cookie cooker, call me cookie booker 

Grade A fish scale, like pure sugar 

You know the caine'll hook ya, make ya hook a hooker 

Where your bitch at, I guess them pimps took her 

Well let that hoe go, bug you a kilo 

If it ain't Cuban, fine you an amigo 



[Hook] 



[Big Tuck] 

Gotta get this cash, pop tags Louis bags 

You at Six Flags, we tour at six flags 

Keep a big stack, hood mall-rats 

That is a fact, I got a big mack 

Ain't it ain't a burger, bang may scurr ya 

Stud custom inserts, and they will serve ya 

New Gucci linen, rap style's forbidden 

Paris, France, New York even Great Britain 

You soft as a kitten, your hobbies are needless 

I'm swinging they miss us, rap deadly when bitten 

Your cubics are foggy, my diamonds stay glossy 

Haters they lost me, cocoa Foose in my swaucey 



[Hook]
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