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spud webb - stanley lyrics

[hook]: m m f, n-gga! big black bat bit that big black beetle and that big black beetle bled blood. n-gga when i spit it don’t rain it just floods. take off soon homie refer me to spud. uh, big black bat bit that big black beetle and that big black beetle bled blood. n-gga when i spit it don’t rain it just floods. take off soon n-gga refer me to spud

[verse 1] stanley: lace up your kicks like we playin’ in a ball game, lebron 11’s my throne i’m here to proclaim. aim at your head man, all i see is head shots. you on the corner of parkdale and queenston – bedrock. i’ll p-ss it over hit the hezzy like im k.d. throwin’ shots at the team and i disagree. dog? done dreaming the girls are s-xy diva’s. dancing in the dark is dangerous as dead daises. you crazy? d-mn dog i don’t know what you driving drunk? i’d rather get hit with the pump to be drivin’ drunk. these people racist smokin’ blunts to they faces, i’m tired of all these b-tches being brutally basic. just embrace it, the pack that we smoke will have you faceless. i remember recording in rex’s bas-m-nt. nappy headed short black dude. i give you instrumentals, the herb got me in the mood. smooth, like a criminal. i know criminals, joshua, john, and luke no biblical factor. i put the x in it, rex with the 50. caliber dectect, and a full clip. you ain’t got no aim, i think you need that full grip, i only fire from the hip. pop. switch it up now, these chicks like lynch on the touchdown. so when i touchdown best believe she gon’ touchdown, i don’t like em burnt. i like em sweet like caramel. m-mm brown. and it’s me. n-gga!

[hook]: big black bat bit that big black beetle and that big black beetle bled blood. n-gga when i spit it don’t rain it just floods. take off shoes homie refer me to spud. uh, big black bat bit that big black beetle and that big black beetle bled blood

[verse 2] chrisist: uh, that’s right imma be that type of rich, finna need me that type of b-tch. with a nice set of hips and a fat -ss! she can cook, grow weed, hit it once and then p-ss that, hold me down to cash grab, if the pads crash she can do that. she can have the world in the grab bag, and i never threw a frag ain’t boastin’. if you listen close all that sh-t that you postin’ make you lookin’ poser. me and my crew we f-cking focused making music – kosher. casa roaches, never catch me sober. pushin’ so much f-cking weight, you would think i was moving boulders. hold up, persona, stoner is a professional. we coming up so get to stepping down, supreme team we bring the weapons out. checkin’ in, these chicks checkin’ us out. cashing checks leave pippin never stressin’ out

[verse 3] ty-rex: check me, listen when t roars, the weed makes you see fours, you can’t see me when i’m dropping c4’s on the sea floor, i’m bumpin’ bet you can see pores, you see what i be when you ask god what you can see for. takin’ over the game, and i bet you egor, cause i be working like egor, you acting -ss eeyor. you mediocre, i’m an avalanche of meteor, backing up your rap careers, i’m crashing through the stratosphere. the pick is true, my uncle drew like the cavaliers. he drew the road to success, it’s on my calendeer, i mean calendar, dictionaries can’t refer, my flow is sure to cure the common cold or maybe cancer first. why? cause i’m the anchor to the t-tanic, i can make time stop cuz i sang it. tryin’ to take over the world, tell your man’s nicest. i probably take over your seas, i’m a d-mn pirate. i’ll make hercules bow down, you ain’t a lyrical rapper, you’re a d-mn clown, you wannabes, is what these kids will want to be, but you’re impersonator, fake, so all you other n-ggas snakes. uh, you’re all gullible, you’re like eve, maybe p-ssy was made to just deceive, i believe that i’m an atom bomb waiting to explode, hit the road jack. you n-ggas will get jacked like taylor. takin’ all your hunneds, take it cuz i want it, wear your own watch to your house and flaunt it. i’ll bare arms like yogi paws, my n-ggas only flaws that one day they might go and leave a n-gga holy as sunday, one day. this ain’t mmg but watch out for gun play. hyundai, whip it. you n-ggas be trippin’, i got the crowd jumping like skip it, beam me down, scotty talking to pippin like stanley. cause my n-ggas be sticking up, 4 5 to these other n-ggas is stiffing up, i like to look down when they chick be lookin’ up. asdlsdjg sdfgkjg. i don’t even give a f-ck

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- stanley lyrics

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