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lifestyle - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
(you’re not making this easy, kyle)

[chorus]
whole gang in goose coats
flying south for them jacks like we migrating
gang throwing up the set, that ain’t sign language
caught him on the seven, funny how that .9 ate him
posted up on 9 mile
i could up the glock or beat him like i’m bye kyle
used to couldn’t see the vision, now my sight dial
four figure fish, foreign whips, this my life now
this my lifestyle
[verse 1]
thousand dollar pints now
b*tch, i’m five figures in on the ice now
thirty hang out every glocky, i don’t fight now
(they don’t do no barking, all my dawgs know is bite down)
four cheeks, one room, two hoes tryna f*ck yo baby
quarterbacking in that field, yelling hut likе brady
arps, plrs, i think cuz the navy
right hand to god i ain’t g*y but i love the franklins
shе ain’t giving head up? tell her “do svidaniya”
(f*ck on, get outta here, b*tch, scram)
tryna sail? bet our waves hit the boat you ride
just wait till that engine blow, you gon’ know who ride, no cap

[verse 2]
5th generation glock, it’ll be a cold day in h*ll if my bl!ck jam
pour seven deuces up, yelling rip $cam
money on the floor? i tell a b*tch scram
pop the stitches in my mike amiris, all this sh*t crammed
all this motherf*cking dog sh*t, need a roll of charmin
anywhere you see me at got the pole regardless
b*tches in the sp*ceship like the hoes was martians
every worker know my government, i blow pros in barneys

- stanwill lyrics

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