#1 Stunna Big Tymers (Ft. Juvenile, Lac & Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Baby]
For sure, playboy
Nigga can't out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, nigga
Believe that!

[Verse 1: Baby]
You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride Bentley's 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hangin', wrist blingin', just stun'n and shit
Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumpin', ya bitch
B Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk, drinkin' that Crissy
Niggas mad, don't like it cause I'm bangin' they bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens
Baby, Brian, B, Bubba, you can call me what you feel
Hoppin' out the platinum Hummer with the platinum grill
With the platinum pieces and the platinum chains
With the platinum watches and the platinum rings (platinum rings)
Nigga shit ain't changed, still doin' my thang
Still do it for the block, nuts hang and swang
You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me (stunt like me)
Big Tymer representin', nigga, the U.P.T

[Chorus: Lac, Lil' Wayne, & Baby]
I'ma a hard stunin' nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummers, showin' off for my people
I'm the number one stunna
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The number one stunna
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James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentley's, and Prowlers
I'm the number one stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The number one stunna
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