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nonstop - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
huh, time is money, i ain’t— (tommy ii)
time is money, i ain’t stoppin’ ‘less the— huh
uh*uh*uh
haha, time is money, i ain’t—

[verse]
time is money, i ain’t stoppin’ ‘less the clock do
you won’t never catch me switchin’, but my glock do
white and yellow gold, how the f*ck my watch blue?
if i catch him, i’ma put him up on fox news
bro’ll pop a couple tags, pop an opp, and go and pop shrooms
i got all these boogers in my buffies like an achoo
i like b*tches mean, it’s only fitting that they rock rhude
tryna cop a f*ckin’ rocket launcher, all my opps doomed
ha, i’m finna blow ’em up
twist my fingers to an m and then i throw ’em up
he done checkеd the lo’, he sick, he know his ho with us
all that brakin’ for thе broke, won’t catch me slowin’ up
if i ain’t showin’ out, then i ain’t showin’ up
me and ganger cut from different cloths, boy, you can’t sew with us
i told bro to kick the cup, he don’t think four enough
i done made the wave and got a boat, they tryna row with us
(me and ganger cut from different cloths, boy, you can’t sew with us)
(i done made the wave and got a boat, they tryna—)
get more jacks in than michael, tell a b*tch beat it
i been thinkin’ ’bout a bag ever since fetus
ho get kicked to the curb, she don’t l!ck p*n*s
how she playin’ with them racks, think my b*tch venus
i could take a b*tch to mars, whip look like a sp*cecraft
catch me gettin’ face from your baby like i’m ray ass
in my bag, b*tch, i’m glad, tell ’em stay mad
i was in the storm thuggin’, waitin’ ’til that rain passed
got my wrist iced, got my b*tch iced
pulled up on us thinkin’ we ain’t cut and got his sh*t sliced
dog sh*t militia, we ain’t— huh
dog sh*t militia, we ain’t barkin’, we take big bites
thermal scope, he play it hot*headed, he gon’ get sniped
always knew that i was gettin’ left if i ain’t get right
all my b*tches bad as f*ck, i think that they should get life
how i’m feelin’, i’m the sh*t, i think i need to get wiped
supreme f*nny with a weapon in it
he don’t need to buy a pair of kicks, ’cause he ain’t steppin’ with it
i got six, but my bank account need seven digits
funny he ain’t see no checkered flag but he already finished
chop with the leg, tryna kick buddy
you can catch me uppin’ pape’ with my rich buddies
playin’ with my blood, sh*t’ll get bl**dy
all i know is get pape, get fetti, get money
call the dog sh*t militia, bet they sick buddy
i know he ain’t got no pape’ ’cause his b*tch bummy
why the f*ck would i throw fists when they make bl!cks, dummy?
funny she allergic to ’em, but i left her lips nutty
haha, dog sh*t militia, b*tch (ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
(tommy ii)

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