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ball or fall - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
only with you when you
they only with you when you

[chorus]
they only with you when you ball, they ain’t with you when you fall, though
everybody skeechy, i be cautious who i call bro
standin’ ten, but i got his b*tch on all fours
left the ho anemic, you know hutchie got us all froze
i throw all my dogs bones, hustle ’til we all gone
say it’s smoke with us, you gettin’ blew, we up them [?]
money ain’t the subject of discussion, we can’t talk loan
funny how i contradict myself with all this off on

[verse]
show this b*tch my bank account and left his ho amazed
they ain’t try to get my title, they just rode the wave
got more motion than you n*ggas on my slowest days
live thе fastest life, i peep ’em hatin’ out thе slowest lane
how i’m feelin’, every ho the same
only way her n*gga can’t get touched is if she lowest lame
we don’t fight, we quick to blow his brains
brody say that cup is therapy, can catch him pourin’ pain
can catch him rollin’ up, militia goin’ up
i bought everything i couldn’t have while i was growin’ up
all these rips in my amiris, granny tryna sew ’em up
if you can carry all your bags than you ain’t blow enough
all that brodie want is a sealed pint of wocky
prices goin’ up, but i still buy from akhi
all this hutch ice, might get the chills if you body
want the brain off your b*tch, say stanwill like a zombie
gotta stay in motion ’cause you hopeless if you not
she gon’ make it dissapear, play hocus*pocus with the thot
lil’ brodie poppin’ shrooms in heavy doses with the ‘za
catch you rattin’, let you have it, do you bogus if you cop
i ain’t goin’ out like pac, hm, tuh
picture me rollin’ with the glock
took it straight, lil’ bro ain’t pour it in his pop
how i’m feelin’, f*ck a rapper, i’m a poet, i can’t lie, huh
[chorus]
they only with you when you ball, they ain’t with you when you fall, though
everybody skeechy, i be cautious who i call bro
standin’ ten, but i got his b*tch on all fours
left the ho anemic, you know hutchie got us all froze
i throw all my dogs bones, hustle ’til we all gone
say it’s smoke with us, you gettin’ blew, we up them [?]
money ain’t the subject of discussion, we can’t talk loan
funny how i contradict myself with all this off on

- stanwill lyrics

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