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potty trained - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
ha*ha
ha*ha*ha (michigan meech)
duh
shut up
hmm

[verse]
pockets sh*tty, pendants p*ssy, they think i ain’t potty trained
pop the p*ssy, perping like it’s smoke then turned them zotti strain
mike amiri pockets fat as f*ck, they might get body shamed
b*tch, i play with pieces, i’m in*store using somebody name
them ain’t the tires, i done made yo b*tch screech in the demon
might be a desert but i’m still looking sleeves out in phoenix
drop out but when it come to game, i can teach, i’m a g*nius
worried ’bout my health, pockets obese and my pieces anemic
future bright as f*ck, might blind a ho, i up a crystal ball
all that f*cking plan, bet militia put that sh*t on pause
doggy got the wackest jumper, sent some shots and brick them all
funny if i call my pits, i bet you don’t get hit with paws
i call doggy “skip” ’cause i’m the reason he see bae less
ripped off my amiris, i might give yo b*tch a taste test
i’m the type to beat the odds every time they place bets
brody strapped, he quick to pop a p*ssy, boy, that’s safe s*x
could pull a rabbit out my hat, b*tch, i be working magic
i might pull up, give him fifty like i’m curtis jackson
this b*tch want my all but she ain’t worth a fraction
we be shooting sh*t like michael bay, b*tch, we prefer the action
i be going through sh*t, i can’t go around
mike amiri, marni got yo ho aroused
say it’s up with us, you know it’s on the ground
i ain’t fighting, with yo b*tch the only time i’m going rounds
sitting back thinking ’bout my life, this b*tch beautiful
must be dumb thinking i’m gon’ fight, b*tch, i’m shooting you
you ain’t sucking d*ck? you ain’t my type, b*tch, it’s toodeloo
members only, b*tch, my circle tight like a hula hoop
bro gon’ catch a opp and hit his bucket, we ain’t shooting hoops
d*gg*ng out the ‘vette, they think i’m racing, how i do the coupe
i thought he was plugged in with the source, he must’ve blew a fuse
if i take off in this ufo, i’m going to the moon
f*ck a tour, i’m giffy tripping, took a sprinter coast to coast
tortoise and the hare, remember when they said my motion slow
all this f*cking water on my neck, i might just soak a ho
rich as f*ck, we tapping double cups, done made a toast to pros
we got all this bread around, i think my baby’s loafing though
when militia winning, they gon’ act like they don’t know the score
i done made the wave around this b*tch, i see ’em rowing boats
destined for greatness, i really feel like i was ‘posed to blow
[outro]
b*tch, dog $hit militia

- stanwill lyrics

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