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michael myers - stanwill lyrics

[chorus:]
doggybone mad i boned his b*tch doggy style
bro like michael myers with that b*tch, he’ll walk ’em down
catch him in the scatty, bet the track’ll hawk ’em down
double coffee cups, you know it ain’t no coffee ’round
i been running up that sh*t, got me exhausted
pull it off that read and writer and emboss it
think i’m balling up a fist, oh he done lost it
brodie got the drop and spinned the block ’till he was nauseous

[verse]
all this motherf*cking za smoke got me finna pass out
b*tches used to do me bad, all my b*tches bad now
pushing foreigns back to back, used to play the background
all i hang around is pits, you know it ain’t no rats ’round
in the zo1, i’m doing figure eights
make her eat a d*ck, it ain’t no dinner dates
i be leaving b*tches with the bitter face
every single time i call up bro, he on the interstate
big body s550, ar got a mickey
i don’t think i know what fighting is, you know i got the bl!cky
any time you see some styrofoam just know it’s wock we sipping
franklins in my mike amiri denim, boy your pockets empty
556’s, .308’s, .223’s, how you tryna play?
all this dogsh*t up in my pockets think the ksubi denim constipated
bro do magic, he’ll wave a stick and turn the opps to patients
f*cking model b*tches, scamming grannies, that’s my occupation
sbdsm, b*tch we some stars, we like a constellation
christian dior in the booth, i’m preaching to my congregation
in la, x on my back, b*tch i’m fly
i was getting money, you was somewhere getting high
b*tch i’m getting off, the opps barely getting by
i just find it crazy how these b*tches play you
i be with them sharks, he in that water, we gon’ fish filet ’em
blowin’ turtle pie, the gang ’bout higher than the himlayas
i be in that motherf*cking lab, think i should get an apr*n
[chorus:]
doggybone mad i boned his b*tch doggy style
bro like michael myers with that b*tch, he’ll walk ’em down
catch him in the scatty, bet the track’ll hawk ’em down
double coffee cups, you know it ain’t no coffee ’round
i been running up that sh*t, got me exhausted
pull it off that read and writer and emboss it
think i’m balling up a fist, oh he done lost it
brodie got the drop and spinned the block ’till he was nauseous

- stanwill lyrics

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