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fuck.. - stoner steve lyrics

(stoner steve)
hook:(f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck my pain away, keep tha cash flowin’ like tha wind stays blowin
all tha weed can’t fix my needs, my satisfactions are pleased. listen up, save your words, so you can roll 2 sweets.)

you haters keep hatin’, ima stay blazin’. mind your f-ckin’ buisness, yall f-ckin’ snitches
you think you gotsa me on your game right tryna be so tight, you ain’t sh-t and niether is your f-ckin’ b-tch so dont trip
eat a fat f-ckin’ d-ck for all i care. i could give 2 sh-ts and i still wouldn’t care
see thru you like gl-ss, so lonely and empty. its tha stoner steve, yall n-ggas can’t wreck it like me
so stop tryna flow on tha southside beats. chokin’ like a sk-nk on telephone street
just as fake as rubber t-tties yall n-ggas got me f-cked up. if yall think yall can walk on me like a d-mn corner street
watch out before you end up slugged against a tree. im from tha 713 thats tha southeast
everyday we’re smokin’ weed, k!llin trees, at 3
my bodys on drank, my minds on weed
begin smokes, blunts laced. with barre promethazine, b-tches and fiends dont mean sh-t to me
theyre just another stat to my stratigized scheme, came up from nothing to still lookin’ clean
yall can talk sh-t if yall wana get dropped. make sure, yall b-tch n-ggas dont get caught
nothing but lies, if your words had shape, it would be sh-t n-gga. so f-ck you and yo’ b-tch..

(hook)

(yung damu)
yeah (3x), f-ck (3x), f-ck tha pain away.. i done f-cked my pain away. sh-t..
f-ck tha pain away, you can just shoot me like david spade
and you know me b-tch i play on calvacade
playin’ on cullen, f-ck it ima drive around in tha truck with my cousin
blowin’ on a sweeta, blowin’ on a swisha
you know me got tha fade with tha clipper
and we comin’ down, from tha nawf side
f-ck around i might put my d-ck up in her mouth
and i just drive around tha whole d-mn block, let me collect tha cash in tha dope spot
now im just burnin’ out doin’ donuts, f-ck around might hit you in tha f-ckin’ b-tt
with my m-th-f-ckin’ fo’-oh, let it blast, lay yo’ b-tch -ss on yo’ f-ckin’ back in tha gr-ss
dig yo’ -ss 6 feet there, already know b-tch n-gga never care
and im blowin’ on a f-ckin’ square. camel crush, cus you know we dont care
and you know we some real true playas, blowin in tha himalaya blowin’ on a square
and we comin’ down, from tha nawf, f-ck around with me ill hit you in yo’ mouth
with that f-ckin’ glock. let that sh-t back, already know b-tch rat a tat tat
already know man we makin that bread, in my bed, you b-tch give me head
she suck my meat til that sh-t turn red, then i just sprayed nut all up in her head
dont give a d-mn, thats what i said. comin down off thaq southside man
and you know me b-tch im at houston can, writing this sh-t down b-tch im tha man
f-ck around i might slap you with tha left hand, knock your f-ckin feelin out your mouth, godd-mn
now im layin’ in tha van, with 2 ak’s all in my hand
spray down your block, spray up your house. spray everything ill punch yo -ss in tha mouth
comin outside with a f-ckin’ bullet proof vest, f-ck it ill make your heart come out your chest
i ain’t from tha west, im from tha east side throw it up cus its tha best
b-tch, you know what imsayin’. never ever playin’
always sayin this sh-t cus its off my d-mn dome, you know me im comin around in your home
take your f-ckin’ chrome, take your f-cking gold, b-tch -ss n-gga i ain’t never been a ho

(lil stro)
hm..hm..
alright..
one man malitia, smoikin’ on tha swisha
long john silver n-gga, im a f-ckin’ fisher
haters immitate me, my n-ggas really hate me
niether ain’t sh-t and f-ck tha hoes that wana date me
student of her life, im in a p-ssy college
f-ck a nerdy girl ill get tha brain and tha knowledge
but my school is high school’n every n-gga ’round us
throw you in my clouds, leave you nothing where they found us
came from nothin’ b-tch but im c-min’ over somethin’
trickin’ for my treats, collect my candy from your pumpkin’
lil stro pimpin’, i just want tha women
p-ssy, money, weed not to mention that im dealin’
ha mom forgive me, my father wasn’t with me
and im turnin’ to a man and yall still dont f-ckin’ get me
whats tha life of a teenager nah that sound g-y
unfinished star is tha symbol, still ain’t made it all tha way
b-tch i ball with my lyrics all day, j walkin’ on you n-ggas ball hoggin all tha way
but my swag out tha roof to tha gudda where i stay
but im talkin’ houston texas, rep my city when i pray
god speaks thru my tracks so im on tha right path
5’5 on tha mic, lil stro, pick draft…

im done….

- stoner steve lyrics

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