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china express - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
b*tch

[verse]
sb4l, we the next to win
ball now, throw me up on espn
i make 10 off a name in a ssn
boy up strap on a b*tch like he lesbian
sent his spirit through the clouds like the airline
what i’m saying is i gave dog airtime
only thing on my head is a hairline
yeah i rap but i jug grannies in my spare time
b*tter fingers, bro just dropped the opp
fire ass slide, boy the clerk had to stop and drop
roll on me, but don’t even stop the plot
[?] but the chop stop the clock
g*o*a*t on my name tag
opened up instagram to some great cap
brought one slide in store, left with eight bags
bro just penalized a opp, he threw eight flags
i was born chosen, b*tch i was made to win
how i jam in store, i might break the rim
tried to lock the door on me but i’m breaking in
had to run it up my whole life, i might break a shin
reaching over here, that’s a leap of faith
cause we got heat sticks, boy don’t get easy baked
they ain’t at a concert if the opps see the drac
.30’s in the [?] iced up like a piece of cake
keep your bikini bottoms on, i ain’t spongebob
b*tch drop straight to your knees, you got one job
turnt up and i ain’t twist one kn*b
i done scammed three mikes, two jims, and one bob
can’t stand me, let me get the b*tch a chair
in my bag lately, only peaking out for air
sike nah, b*tch i’m trapped in there
mickey d’s in the club, brought the big mac in there
heard your lil’ song, dog it was terrible
i’ll sn*tch the [?] off your back, it ain’t wearable
man the cap is unbearable
super ham, i should could you captain america
know the opps tired of d*ck sucking, find a new talent
i done made five in some eighty dollar new balance
yeah i was tripping back then, now i’m too balanced
let two opps try it, i’ma make two [?]
b*tch wanna f*ck cause she say i look like lil tecca
spinned her lil’ ass, she outta luck like she lil tecca
main b*tch face caught a cold, she my lil’ elsa
don’t try it, we got big chops for lil’ fellas
scam this and i scam that, jug [?]
good card tip the store with a jam pack
ball ’til i fall, 2k, where my [?]
jumped in my bag and forgot hoes
one shot to his chest, let the pot hole
caught him off guard with the strap, he did not pose
wasn’t f*cking with wave then, so don’t hop on
nah for real, f*ck y’all
to you hoes out there, i won’t cuff y’all
like a veterinarian, bro touch dogs
sh*ttyboyz sh*tting, we the sh*t, b*tch we up dogs

- stanwill lyrics

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