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lady gaga - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
yeah, hm
ayy, hm

[verse]
if i’m ever down, i bounce up
only thing i ever learned in school was to count up
holiday spirit, get the drop and light his house up
you ain’t got no money, everything you say gon’ sound dumb
walk around with that stick on me like my leg broke
no cap, i’d rather be dead than dead broke
they ain’t droppin’ beef, gang’d rather let some leg go
7.62’ll crack your head and spill your egg yoke
i done hit enough hoes, i ain’t made enough pros
stick like i’m blind, like some braille, don’t get touched on
muggin’ with thе buffs on, tryna play it tough time
.223s’ll fly around your spot, you better duck, bro
bro got a toxic pop, shot likе i’m rocket watch
only place i’m turnin’ jacks in is my akhy spot
b*tch say i’m c*cky now, who the f*ck finna stop me now?
used to hoop, now we tote sticks, we play hockey now, haha
yeah, let me think now
if i miss the headshot, brodie on that rebound
i’m the goat, these n*ggas hate because they know it deep down
tints on the whip, f*ck i look like gettin’ seen out?
i don’t wave ride or d*ck suck, that’s why i ain’t blowed
new chain, whips back to back, b*tch, i’m django
don’t come out the crib on sundays ’cause the bank closed
the ones they used to laugh and want to f*ck be the same hoes
haha, nah, b*tch, i ain’t forgot about ’em
muggin’ in that icon vest’ll get you shot up out it
pulled a drac’ out the equinox when cuz hop up out it
why would i beef with a n*gga who ain’t got the thousand?
boy, you a broke*ass b*tch
you ain’t hittin’ hoes in that joke*ass ‘fit
only tryna f*ck because your ass thick
lil’ gang trippin’ on that no mask sh*t, huh
i got big pape’, i just got my d*ck ate
boy, you ain’t punchin’ sh*t, i could be your sensei
tryin’ off six eighths, mad that your [?]
way before i ever was the goat, b*tch, i been great
i’m a great dane, boy, you a shih tzu
i’ll miss a free throw before i ever miss you
like lebron mia, i done brought the heat through
one bl!ck ain’t enough, so you know i keep two, ayy
huh, what we on, dee?
every day, my b*tch in off*white but she on fleek
i’ll run this sh*t up even if i had a broke knee
real life commissioner, you n*ggas couldn’t coach me
all this d*mn pape’, all these guns got the spot hot
turn him to a chalk outline, get him hop scotched
cuz vlone hoodie lookin’ like a crop*top
speakin’ all that love sh*t to me, b*tch, blah*blah
makin’ all my opps disappear, b*tch, why lie?
spanish lil’ b*tch, she just love countin’ guala
sloppy tops trippin’, lobster tail in my pasta
made it rain on my white b*tch, lady gaga, haha
[outro]
yeah
[?] n*ggas can’t f*ck with me, n*ggas never could and they never will, n*gga
yeah, huh, yeah, sh*ttyboyz
whew

- stanwill lyrics

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