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cockadoodledoo - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
i ain’t gon’ lie, bro
this sh*t gettin’ too easy (dog sh*t militia, b*tch)
sh*ttyboyz, gang*gang (byekyle)
you feel me? like
i can do this in my sleep type sh*t
can do this sh*t seven days a week type sh*t
you know? (hm, come on)
you know?

[verse 1]
i feel like steve, got my diamonds on on every block (bling)
they think my shooter got a chronus, he hit every shot
bro say his vows when he pour up, he tryna marry wock’
b*tch, f*ck a rat, if i was tom, i’d get jerry shot
ironic i don’t but torches on me in the striker
catch me in the bay with forty on me like a niner
bro don’t give a f*ck, he floored a stoley like a spider
we catchin’ apple jacks and pourin’ codeine, not no cider (ahh)
this a kitty, not a subaru (nah)
your b*tch peeped the roster, now she ’bout to do the crew
aim up top and spill his ramen, glock’ll noodle you
your b*tch eat my d*ck up every mornin’, c*ckadoodledoo
walk up in the function, all the thots like, “who is you?” (who is he?)
hollow tips in every glock, i got a few for you
see a double cup, you know it got a deuce of juice
they think i’m with nardwuar how this chop go “doo*doo*doo”
bro stay in the pharm’, he might as well go get a tractor
better keep your distance, boy, this b*tch’ll blow you backwards
bein’ broke a joke, the opps must hear a lot of laughter
brodie shoot like curry, hang his glock up in the rafters
rockin’ christian, whip a holy ghost, think i’m a pastor
your b*tch think i’m jason, she be runnin’ when i stab her
keep the drac’ around ’cause i be ballin’ like a raptor
all these whips and all these chains, look like i got a master
opposites, [?], i don’t know who asher
we’ll bring the beef straight to your door like we some dashers
master chief, i’m quick to give out halos with my blaster
me and brodie tryna see who touch a milli’ faster
he could multiply his self and still won’t be a factor
hit his b*tch on camera, she an actress, i’m an actor
all this paper on me, pockets got like twenty chapters
b*tch, i’m always with somebody boo, they call me casper
drop a mortar strike and turn his block to a disaster
f*cked her off a flame emoji, you had to harass her
let him pull up deep, i got some sh*t to make him scatter
ben frank’, hamilton and grant, i be with crackers
you be with lackers, all i got is cheese on my mind, i’m a packer
[outro]
dog sh*t militia

- stanwill lyrics

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