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ar in my goose - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
ar in my goosie, better duck before i tap him in his head
(you’re not making this easy, kyle)
ah*ah*ah*ah
ah*ah*ah*ah*ah
ah*ah*na*na*na*na
b*tch

[verse]
ar in my goosie, better duck before i tap him in his head (baow)
b*tch rockin’ spyder, tryna trap me in her web
money, money, money, i’m gon’ stack it ’til i’m dead
leave a rat up in the sewer, catch him yappin’ to the feds (rat)
talkin’ ’bout i’m broke, i couldn’t fathom what he said
do prosthetics, took the chop, attached it with a leg
in school, was sellin’ cookie like i had a class with ned
i don’t wrestle opps, but with your b*tch, i grapple in the bed
treat me like a king, she gon’ bow down and suck (suck)
every pair of jeans cost a thou*wow and up (jeans)
if i ain’t makin’ cheese, i’m in pound town with sl*ts
how this little ar sing, they think bow wow with us
on 7 mile hoppin’ out the i8 with nine*millis (skrrt)
i can’t give a b*tch a second, money equals time, silly
ain’t prepared to die, then you can’t ride with me
got ’em lappin’ up, it’s five bitties in my 550
when it come to steppin’ on the opps, i wear a size sixty
how you in that water? when i rod, you know that pond fishy
i can’t hit the top without my guys with me
[?][1:06]
dog sh*t militia, bet they fetch me a l!ck (l!ck)
tuckin’ somethin’ heavy, opps get pressed like a bench
she can’t see the spot, we havin’ s*x in the whip
i just touched six figures, seven next on the list
blew a check on my wrist, check on my b*tch
got her turnin’ off her lo’, he better check on his b*tch
fendi rocker, bet she f me, all these f’s on my drip
got ’em thinkin’ i hatch eggs, need a nest, all this chicken
i can hear the birdies callin’
could play point for golden state, you know i keep the thirty often
he ain’t got no whip, i know his sneaks be dirty, walkin’
i could beat the f*ck out doggy bone, but i’d prefer a coffin
talkin’ like it’s money up, but i just heard he lost it
trapper of the year, i bet you unc’ could serve a dolphin
oh, that’s just your b*tch with me, i thought i heard a faucet
on that road to success, you know it ain’t no swervin’ off it
b*tch, i make money (money), i don’t make amends
b*tch, i make money, i ain’t makin’ friends
b*tch, i make money, you can’t even make a ten
i’ma run it up, ain’t satisfied until i break a shin
b*tch, i make money, can never let it make me, though
b*tch, i chase money, you gon’ have to chase me, ho
b*tch, i break money, you my mans, then you can’t be broke
b*tch look like beyoncé, all she wanna do is break my soul
[outro]
b*tch, dog sh*t militia, what up, kyle? this b*tch hard
you know what the f*ck goin’ on
4ever $hittin

- stanwill lyrics

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