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want - weirdish stan lyrics

[intro]

*burp*

‘its stan on the track man’

what do you want?
(what do you want x2)
what do you want?
(what do you want? x2)
what do you want ?
(yeehhh*yahhh*haaah*yeeee)

[hook]

ey, what do want?
is it me or the racks?
(or the racks?)
i’ve been working to the limit for my ass
(for my ass)
best believe when i get cash i’mmo flex it
designer on my body, cannot get this
with the clique i’m going to the f*cking places
i got mad love no hatred
investing all my money in my business
in my business
[verse 1]

deads x vapours on me
i don’t play homie
mornach on my feet
you got none on me
never doubt on me
i got a duffle bag for me and my homies
couldn’t get clothing, my father been selfish
sending ks to my account cannot buy my love
i been making my own route
smoke, drink and lean that use to be me
i’m vanish now man i’m clean
i don’t like wigs on my b, she pretty as she is
soft lips got a wood on my d*ck (d*ck, d*ck)
smoke cones then i’m high like a jet (jet, jet)
i f*ck like a rabbit (rabbit)
super fast but no cheetah (cheater)
i got gang meat but i’m no beater
when they see you ball, they act bitter
“chubby girls in the winter”
y’all truly evil with no filter
i’m shinning like a kids glitter
they talk sh*t on twitter
but ain’t got the b*lls like transgender
[hook]

ey, what do want?
is it me or the racks?
(or the racks?)
i’ve been working to the limit for my ass
(for my ass)
best believe when i get cash i’mmo flex it
designer on my body, cannot get this
with the clique i’m going to the f*cking places
i got mad love no hatred
investing all my money in my business
in my business

[verse 2]

weak on my knees, i cannot eat cheese
allergic, doc said i might d*i*e
in god i believe, the devil had me drinking lean
i was tired mentally , my mother thought i had bad friends
she never knew i was funding everything action
cigarettes in my breath
d*ck slide i hear the moaning,confirmation that its in
father figure my mum, father*preacher i’m the son
i write verses i don’t read verses, my n*gga rolls with verses
rapist*racist? no difference y’all f*cking up the black nation
i cannot breath i need ventilation
my exes know me and always venting
i do not stop smashing till i hear applauding
appreciation for my good work
top of the class with my english
but she get a 100 for body language
i been rude since primary when scratching table was a fashion
fashion wise i’ve never been lacking. i had my pants sagging
chain on my neck and my shirt baggy
i made dxv and its been tragic
they want a piece man man i’m not selling
i was struggling real bad y’all never support
5th grade fell in love with
a lesbian in my transport
but i never quit
she think i’m sick when i start coughing
tell her baby this some good weed
no doubt man we gon’ win
no flights but truth is
when i get rich i’mmo take you to do dubai
buy you dimes for diamond you are,huh. yeah
for the diamond you are
[hook]

ey, what do want?
is it me or the racks?
(or the racks?)
i’ve been working to the limit for my ass
(for my ass)
best believe when i get cash i’mmo flex it
designer on my body, cannot get this
with the clique i’m going to the f*cking places
i’ve got mad love no hatred
investing all my money in my business
in my business

- weirdish stan lyrics

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