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Lyrics: Juke Wong/Dominique Jones/Jacques Webster II/Wesley Glass/Josh Goldenberg Music: Juke Wong/Dominique Jones/Jacques Webster II/Wesley Glass/Josh Goldenberg Thirty-six zero waist Yeah yeah Yeah yeah Eight by eight thirty-six zero waist Three on three my type of date Hot as stuff I might be late It's lit Hot as stuff a eight by eight Straight up Stuff is stuff is stuff Stuff is stuff is stuff It's stuck Stuff is stuff is stuff It's stuck woo Two hundred hoes thirty black trucks All of them numbered we know that stuff I let her go ain't no handcuffs I get a hard-on when them bands come These niggas too loose need to tighten up Took her to Hermès got her items up One of them ****** up and then Spider home Free the guys down the road got a hockey phone Remember my name from the street not a microphone Ain't no sleep she on two I took Adderall Niggas act like they us but they not at all Copped the baddest **** and we forgot the car I put diamonds in my teeth like I'm Paul Wall Pretty titties her whole body so soft Hold the back of her head 'til her jaw's locked I don't care what he do he a cornball Extra layers I'm dressin' I'm Stiff Gang I'm the real went two million on pinky ring Come through pimpin' like Pinky without the cane Niggas thinkin' they hot but they Eddy Cane I've been puttin' on this stuff since my baby frame Walk around with a dollar that's pocket change Niggas think they smart 'til I knock your brain I done Brabus'd the Rover like I'm La Flame Me and Skeet tryna see who the colder **** If I see her with bro I don't know the ***** Extra stuff every time extra stuff every time Extra stuff every time when I'm steppin' out Put on stuff every time put on stuff every time Put on stuff every time when I'm steppin' out Eight by eight thirty-six zero waist Three on three my type of date Hot as stuff I might be late It's lit Hot as stuff a eight by eight Straight up Stuff is stuff is stuff Stuff is stuff is stuff It's stuck Stuff is stuff is stuff It's stuck woo Breakin' the nine inside the spot you know three of them mine You like 1OAK it ain't one of a kind three of a kind Put on my ice now all three of them blind I put grease in my soda I'm tryna get fried She rockin' that outfit she tryna get hired Rubbers on rubbers I never get tired Bought her that ice and I know she still lyin' Bought number one on the plane 'cause she fly Bought number two on the whip she got drive Bought number three of new Guc' she suck **** Bought number four and new stick 'cause she fire Bought number five **** number five number five Number five number five number five number five Yeah one at a time yeah One of a kind Yeah yeah Bring 'em all all all of 'em Yeah Woo Eight by eight thirty-six zero waist Three on three my type of date Hot as stuff I might be late It's lit Hot as stuff a eight by eight Straight up Stuff is stuff is stuff Stuff is stuff is stuff It's stuck Stuff is stuff is stuff It's stuck woo Ooh