Stunnaman - Mollywhoppin Lyrics






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Mollywhoppin Lyrics


Ridin down the block
Real hustler man
Slidin down the block
Shout out to the mob
Ridin on them big ass wheels

[Chorus:]
Mollywhop mollywhop mollywhop
Tell em what my name is
Stunnaman stunnaman stunnaman
Where the bay be?
Stunnaman stunnaman stunnaman

Slidin through oakland on them big ass wheels
Girls jockin, bass knockin
Givin suckas the chills
At the light goin dummy, 2800 I ain't got a roof
Got the bang on my lap
Fuck around, I'm a shoot
Said my car look wet, that's candy baby
Plus she bash on my wheels cause my bass is crazy
[? ] my car so tough
Not [? ] but every day I ball
Yea I'm in your hood, I just bounced out
Feel my bass shakin all through your mamas house
Mean muggin niggas but there's diamonds in my mouth
Block in my [? ] you know what I'm about
I'm in the [? ] got your grandpa mad
Cause I slide through west straight knockin on his ass
2800 all day, hood on smash
Countin hella cash, drivin hella fast

[Chorus]

Your girl say I get her wetter than a jetski
Blades on the coupe, see me skate like gretzky
See me [? ] V12 try and catch me
Rather sees A/C breakin down another street
I tell the girl roll it up, she roll it up and pass it back to me
Standards on this other beat, my [? ] after me
But they don't ever catch me cause I mollywhop
I get stupid in the drop cause we own the block
Bass don't ever stop, yellow stones in the watch
It's 3 in the mornin, I just left the club
Fin to hit the hood, wake everybody up
I'm gettin money sellin weed on my iphone
I'm always [? ] with the rims so fuck you bro
I can't drink, but my wheels can
Bitch in shape, I think she know who I am
Get you tipsy from starin at the wheels, damn

[Chorus]

These fools hella big up, I be in the sky
Smoke hella weed, I be hella high
Pull up to curb, bounce out, what's the word?
Paints sick, yea I'm stuntin on them lame birds
They get at me, I'm smokin on crack street
Slidin on shack feet, yea I got the strap b
I bang west coast, dodge white ghosts
Mess around with my cheese, you gon be toast
Rims extra large, car real little
My watch starburst but the chain skittles
Navigation with the destination in the middle
Where you going? Where I'm goin fin to get the cake
Last week, I swear to god I made the street break
I hustle all day, I don't take breaks
Shout out to the real, fuck you to the fakes
Big money in my safe, [? ]

[Chorus]




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