[Music] Hunxho – Still Still [+ Lyrics]

Emerging as a standout track from the latest release, "Still Still" showcases the unique style and creativity of Hunxho. This American singer-songwriter continues to impress with his ability to blend compelling lyrics and captivating melodies into one seamless experience.

Featured as the 6th track on the extensive 18 tracks collection, "I Quit Rap", "Still Still" is a must-have addition to any music lover’s playlist. The song highlights Hunxho’s artistic growth and dedication to his craft, making it a memorable listen from start to finish.

Whether you’re discovering Hunxho for the first time or already a fan, "Still Still" offers a fresh sound that stands out in today’s music scene. Don’t miss the chance to experience this impressive single firsthand.

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Hunxho Still Still Lyrics:
Yeah, huh

Still a young nigga, young drug dealer
I'm a bread winner, I'm a big spender
She some fine shit, fine, thick bitch
She keep a rich nigga, not a bitch-nigga
She go Chanel-nel, huh, she keep her nails did, huh
She the catch, yeah, shit, I take her everywhere
She on my mind every day like a pair of headphones
He can't play with my bitch, nigga play, a bitch smoked

Don't compare to her, huh, not at all, hell no
Not a lil' nigga, huh, they know I'm the big bro
I got my diamonds out the water like a fisher
I got plug who drop ki's like Alicia
I don't know them niggas, they ain't gang, then I want peace up
I been at the top of the food chain, I'm the big shark
I ain't never duckin' no smoke, we can meet up
As soon as my bitch get home, that pussy beat up
Soon as she get home, I beat that pussy up, no remorse
We don't do nothin' but kick shit, we like FIFA
Lately, I been poppin' big shit, tell 'em, "Keep up"
Pull up to the spot, get all white, Justin Bieber
Huh, money, I got plenty, I'm a hustler, I go get it (go get it)
Send my bitch to Lenox, we don't do the Lululemon, huh
Tell my ho, "Got plenty, I don't do the hoes who friendly"
Still free shooter, be a shooter, be perfect attendance
You see me, shoot at me, don't let me pop up in your mansion
Don't ask me 'bout no beef, I don't know nothin' else, but I been gettin' it
The only problem I ever had was 'bout some money, hell yeah
On my side of town, we Usain Bolt, we run it, hell yeah
I can't let no bitch beat my conscious down, dog, I'm way too player
Put the opps right on this belt, nigga, you can't stand me get your chair
Can't move too fast 'cause the boy might slip
And if you do bad, then your ass gettin' dipped
Shit like Magic, make her strip
I'm in the V truck, the V12
And my hoes straight out the club, I ain't mad at BBLs
Don't make calls when I pop out, you got my lo'? Just meet me there
They ain't real, know they'll cross ya, just be cautious and beware
When I drive, stay in my mirror, know I got it, stay in your field
I go shop in other cities, I done burned out at the Phipps
Real nigga, I caught cases with my dogs and never flipped
I ain't poor, I made more, but it's more problems when you rich
Send 'em out, they drop somethin', don't none of my dogs don't do attempts

Still a young nigga, young drug dealer
I'm a bread winner, I'm a big spender
She some fine shit, fine, thick bitch
She keep a rich nigga, not a bitch-nigga
She go Chanel-nel, huh, she keep her nails did, huh
She the catch, yeah, shit, I take her everywhere
She on my mind every day like a pair of headphones
He can't play with my bitch, nigga play, a bitch smoked

He can't play with my bitch, nigga play, a bitch smoked