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stuntman 2.0 (good stuff) - robb bank$ lyrics

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[intro]
tommy comet
vigz did the beat, so you know he make it nasty
yeah!

[chorus: robb bank$]
don’t no gun jam, i’m the stuntman
keep them suckin’, spittin’ on her pumpkin
and i got the club lit, joe budden, p*pump it
[?], srt, hunt them (rah)(vroom)
uh*uh, oh*oh, bae i bet you got that good stuff
b*tch you got that good stuff
yeah, she got the good stuff, hoe you got the good stuff
and she a hood hoe, heard she stay off melrose (lauderdale)

[verse 1: robb bank$]
i done seen things that make your head spin
i exercise [?], my face feel like rick
white b*tches treat me like dr. umar johnson
i’ma need your conscience while you in the c*ckpit, you gotta—

[post*chorus: robb bank$ & c smove]
back it up and dump it, ba*back it up and dump it (you wanna)
back it up and dump it, ba*back it up and dump it (b*tch, you better)
back it up and dump it, ba*back it up and dump it (yeah, yeah, you better)
back it up and dump it, ba*back it up and dump it (bust it, yeah, two chrome berettas)
[verse 2: robb bank$]
pop lock and drop it, pop lock and drop it
b*tch, ’til you break the socket, if your home alone call me
i feel like macaulay culkin, b*tch you actin’ stood, stop it
f*ck round throw a drank on you, you would wear a cape for a [?]
i go berserk, all the percs and amphetamine
b*tch, you turn p*ssy like a animorph, you thought i couldn’t read
i’m on ten, off the lease, bout’ to get the green
forty*three, to the enemy, [?] energy
high*stepper, murderer, body*k!lla’
growing—godzilla, heat*seeker, shot*sender
god*k!ller, big god*hand femto
yeah, the ice*wearer, they skated on me, go figure
blunt to my lips, chrome on my chest
gun on my hip, pr*ne to f*ck sh*t
unloading my clip, aim it at your tent
perky not no fear, lookin’ for a l!ck

[bridge: robb bank$]
yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
you know i’ma made man (yeah)
nah, love ain’t in me, it’s in them
b*tch, mwah

[chorus: robb bank$]
don’t no gun jam, i’m the stuntman
keep them suckin’, spittin’ on her pumpkin
and i got the club lit, joe budden, p*pump it
[?], srt, hunt them (rah)(vroom)
uh*uh, oh*oh, bae i bet you got that good stuff
b*tch you got that good stuff
yeah, she got the good stuff, hoe you got the good stuff
and she a hood hoe, heard she stay off melrose, bih’ you gotta—
[post*chorus: robb bank$ & c smove]
back it up and dump it, ba*back it up and dump it (you wanna)
back it up and dump it, ba*back it up and dump it (b*tch, you better)
back it up and dump it, ba*back it up and dump it (yeah, yeah, you better)
back it up and dump it, ba*back it up and dump it (bust it, yeah, two chrome berettas)

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