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chemistry - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
yeah, hahahaha, b*tch
alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, what i say? (ayy melly, what the f*ck is that?)

[chorus]
she gon’ f*ck me and bro ’cause we both lit
he ain’t sbdsm, then he don’t sh*t
everywhere a n*gga go, you know i tote bl!ck
and if i ain’t in the booth, i’m in a cold b*tch
if i ain’t in a cold b*tch, i’m in a fast thang
gassed up, ain’t gotta use no brakes, i’m in a fast lane
double bl!ckies on me, popping out, i feel like max payne
we got chemistry, your b*tch gon’ f*ck me off the lab chain (haha)

[verse]
i can’t keep a b*tch ’cause i’m rude and i’m stuck*up
nah, really, i can’t keep a b*tch ’cause i can’t trust one
got hit in his sh*t thinking he tough, boy, that’s some tough luck
told her bring her friend, it ain’t no fun if it’s just one sl*t
it’s a dirty game, i think these n*ggas tryna tеach your baby
look at my dms, a hunnid models tryna eat your baby
widebody hеllcat, i’m finna do the street so crazy
the dirt road to success, i ain’t need no pavement
got a nine and a .30 tucked, but it’s ten o’clock
almost shot a fan, that n*gga could’ve been a opp
on the road reading writers, i ain’t cooking in no pot
only thing i see is money when i’m looking at a clock
i be rapping ’bout the bro ’cause i’m on that b*tch
she don’t suck no d*ck? red flag, i’ma ho that b*tch
why i tote a glock? ’cause if he reach, i’ll fold his b*tch
nicknamed my ho elsa ’cause she the coldest b*tch
you only hate me ’cause you broke, did that occur to you?
aiming for his head, tryna make him a convertible
if brodie pull the ski mask down, he gon’ burgle you
morton grove in a coffee cup, this some turtle juice
she tryna f*ck me ’cause i’m up, used to ho when i was poor
when you was hopping off the bed, i was hopping off the porch
coffee tint cartier’s, b*tch, i’m looking like a dork
green beam on every glock, it’s looking like i got the force
i can’t go nowhere without my glock, it’s just my way of life
i done made a k!lling off the punches, feel like dana white
lay a finger on my babies, you gon’ have to pay the price
she ain’t tryna f*ck my mans and she think she gon’ stay the night?
ate me like a zombie, i guess that’s what that añejo do
from a city where if you got money, they gon’ hate on you
the kkk collect us both, b*tch, i wouldn’t hang with you (haha, yeah)
[chorus]
she gon’ f*ck me and bro ’cause we both lit
he ain’t sbdsm, then he don’t sh*t
everywhere a n*gga go, you know i tote bl!ck
and if i ain’t in the booth, i’m in a cold b*tch
if i ain’t in a cold b*tch, i’m in a fast thang
gassed up, ain’t gotta use no brakes, i’m in a fast lane
double bl!ckies on me, popping out, i feel like max payne
we got chemistry, your b*tch gon’ f*ck me off the lab chain (haha)

[outro]
yeah, real sh*ttyboy sh*t and she gon’ f*ck ’cause the sh*ttyboyz lit, dumbass
yeah, though, whew, whew, whew, whew

- stanwill lyrics

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