paroles de chanson Gstep - Stunnaman02

Cha-cha, real smooth
Hey, let's get it
Cha-cha, real smooth

Hey, smeeze to the right, smeeze to the left
Hit that smeeze till you're runnin' out of breath
Step with your right, then you hit four steps
Then move your thang hips, then put it on your left
Step and left, put it back on the right

Man, the new school players hit this all night
Now freestyle with it, come on
Then you hit that thang again

My, my, my, my name's Stunna and you know I do the most

My big lil' homie snuck in with the toast
I'm not the type that'll brag nor boast
But me and my homies gettin' money on the low
When you workin', can't worry about a foe

Like a pizza man, by the way I get dough
Stay fresh like my middle name was So
And my drip cold like I'm playin' in the snow
I be shinin' like my middle name was Sonny

And the way that I be buzzin', I be stealin' all the honey
Can't hate, too busy gettin' money
Smeeze all day, keep it lit like Chunky

Cha-cha, real smooth
Hey, smeeze to the right, smeeze to the left
Hit that smeeze till you're runnin' out of breath
Step with your right, then you hit four steps
Then move your thang hips, then put it on your left

Take it from your left, put it back on the right
Man, a new school playa hit this all night
Now freestyle with it, come on
Then hit that thang again
Cha-cha, real smooth

Ayy, somethin' like the best, we ain't never been the worst
We finna keep it lit for the whole second verse
Heard him on the hook, man, he said, go to work

So hit that smeeze till your backbone hurt
When you shake it, gotta twerk with a twist
When you hit this, gotta feel it in your hips
Throw it up like you went and got sick

Face look pissed with a frown on your lips
Hit that like you went and got the gat
Lil Orphat, let me see you throw it back

On the track, I be bustin' like a Mac
And if you need a verse, man, you gotta give me stacks
Chick bad and she lookin' like a snack
Runnin' on these niggas like I run and ran track

Uh, uh, you know I keep it like a Mac
Oh, oh, and you never spittin facts
Ayy, ayy, we finna run this shit back
Drew Banger on the beat and you know you makin' slaps

Your girl shake it till she went and made it clap
Stunnaman hard, I ain't never spittin cap
Cha-cha, real smooth
Ayy, smeeze to the right, smeeze to the left

Hit that smeeze till you runnin' out of breath
Tap with your right, then you hit four steps
Then move your hips, then put it on your left
Take it from your left, put it back on the right

Man, a new school blast, hit this all night
Now freestyle with it, come on
Then hit that thang again
Cha-cha, real smooth