Baby Aka The #1 Stunna - Get Your Shyne On Lyrics

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[intro]

Yea we all go oldschool

U know what i'm saying

If u from where i'm from

You know what i'm talkin about

What u do tell me

This is cashmoney classic

I fell cause nobody do it like im gonna do it

So here we go world im bregin my world to your world

You know what im talken about

Look

[hook x2]

Get your shyne on

Get your shyne on

Get your shyne on

So nigga stall way

Get your shyne on

Get your shyne on

Get your shyne on

You know we gon make

[verse 1 baby]

Boy the way we trust

The neigborhood is us

And everything we ride

Is 22's and up

And every time that i slide

Is platunm plus

Make the hood understand

That we tryin to come up

24's on trucks

Just the neighboorhood lust

Till one pcrusier that everybody comin up

Cause everybody wanna ride

Everybody wanna shyne

So how u love that people

Everybody wanna grind

And these project cuts

The hood rich levine lash

One full team

U know we had to hide it

Once apoun time it was nothing but madness

Everything worked out and my momma was glad

Chaseing papper papper

Chaseing look thats all dope

Comein throw the neighborhood on 24's

$1000 dollors shoe thats all u know

Nigga come up with some more

Fastmoney cashmoney

That all i know

What!

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[hook x 2]

[verse 2 lil wayne]

I woke up like

I got a S on my chest

Mybe its that cashmoney piece

So going on

Gangsta to the core

Ankle wrap flamer

Paint your kicthen floor

Wit ur whore

Shit you can't ignore

Things you indore when u fuckin wit the boy

All i hear is weezy don't kill me no more

So tuck that ice in

Cause you aint iced out

I'm not a category

I aint there wit ya'll

I got a positive vibe but i ain't scared of ya'll

Git the kid nigga did never that at all

That rat a tat go off

A black kak kak kak

I gotta bitch so fine her name perrion(?)

She no how to stash quarters in a carry on

I blow outta town

Grass when i'm outta town

Uptown in the buildin not a sound

Cuz killas don't get heard about

They get whispered about

Or you get murdered out (nigga)

And get my shyne on

[hook x2]

[verse 3 baby]

Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades

Mami know my name, niggaz know I don't play

Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade

Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze

And im the birdman and t do it again

Early birds don't play, makin' drops in the spots

We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock

Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop

We VIP nigga, so them bitches gon' jock

Laid Back on them 23s

Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? (Hello)

You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updated

Porsche trucks, Infinity graded

Gotta give props to the man that made me

Red Gold, I start it went crazy

Afford to stunt, niggaz, stay in y'all places

And always getting shyne

Hoox x2

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