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otm - stanky leg lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
b_tch
sh_t
(had to go and run it up like t)
why you rockin’ cough syrup? ain’t you an enemy?
foreigns in the lot, loose leaf, blowin’ ten deep
we ain’t comin’ from no scuffle, n_gga, beat the block
if i blow your ass down with this mini drac (sh_t)

[verse 1: blue pesos]
n_gga, take it back
you got what? you from where? we can take it there (sh_t)
n_gga, run it back
we just f_cked his week up with this automatic
don’t this got a sport plus? n_gga, go faster
chop suey, pulled it out the louis, hit this whole hundred
n_ggas thugs for the music but be straight b_tches
a hundred thousand in a duffel, not a k bustin’, ugh
lean with it, rock with it
.40 in my hand, play that slow jam, i’m john lennon
why y’all quiet? n_ggas ain’t gon’ call him out on it?
never mind, it’s all good, n_gga, stop talkin’
keep your mouth shut ‘fore i have to duct tape it
few crips i could call, bro, i need a favor
n_ggas straight pump fakers, clout chasers, no thank you
be grateful you ain’t end up in a box, why is you complainin’?
[chorus: blue pesos, duffy, blue pesos & duffy]
“ayy, p, what you do on the daily?”
pour that mud up, exotic pop with the quagen in it, ugh
i just did a n_gga ruthless, hit the stanky leg
i ain’t gon’ blow his head off, that’s a for sure bet
“ayy, p, what you do on the daily?” (hold on)
pour that mud up, exotic pop with the quagen in it, ugh
i just did a n_gga ruthless, hit the stanky leg
i ain’t gon’ blow his head off, that’s a for sure bet

[verse 2: duffy]
we just made a n_gga hit the stanky leg
your way don’t get you paid, try my way instead
i’m finna slap an old n_gga, i ain’t shakin’ hands
fin 57 put a n_gga in a baby bed, ugh
off a four of good wockesha
double coffee cup, i’m mud walkin’ with the two liter
who that bouncin’ out the black coupe? the baby stincmeaners
12 got up on me, i just bonked ’em in a beamer, ugh
she like, “duffy, what you on?”
pourin’ mud in a foreign, flu flammin’ on the road
do the dash on mei ling, we ain’t never lookin’ back
big bully breaker on my hip, what you lookin’ at? ugh

[chorus: blue pesos]
“ayy, p, what you do on the daily?”
pour that mud up, exotic pop with the quagen in it, ugh
i just did a n_gga ruthless, hit the stanky leg
i ain’t gon’ blow his head off, that’s a for sure bet
“ayy, p, what you do on the daily?”
pour that mud up, exotic pop with the quagen in it, ugh
i just did a n_gga ruthless, hit the stanky leg
i ain’t gon’ blow his head off, that’s a for sure bet (sh_t)
“ayy, p, what you do on the daily?” pour that mud up
i just did a n_gga ruthless, hit the stanky leg
[verse 3: uchieboy]
“ayy, uchie, what you do?” i just pour up
book him for his juice, he touch mines, i’ma off somethin’
old n_ggas hatin’ on us ’cause we passed ’em
pull up to the s, we facin’ ‘woods, you shootin’ crips, don’t you?
when i get around bums, i feel uncomfortable
this blower come with a beam, you can’t run from me
stinc team, b_tch, give no passes to no bum n_ggas
muddy mose’ with the wockesha, put a four in it
this some outstandin’ sh_t’ll blow your face off
i did some outstandin’ sh_t and made an eight ball
this b_tch ugly, her titties h_lla shaky and her head bald
exotic pop, mix it with the wock’, b_tch, this straight drop (alright)

[verse 4: day3]
i never split sh_t up but i know mathematics
and you ain’t never bounced out, let the opps have it
your player pull up, if i trip, you gon’ up faster
oh, why these n_ggas askin’ for a fee and they ain’t own masters?
lil’ b_tch suck d_ck, she a scavenger
i can take you on a flock, you a amateur
n_gga say he want a song, hit my manager (ight)
n_gga say he want a song, hit my manager (playerr)

[verse 5: playerrways]
thirty_three shots, scottie pippen, hit your stanky leg
i’m bookin’ plugs for pints and they packed, call that qualitest
that back back card mashed up, you n_ggas never been there
in that house lookin’ for that stove, you ain’t been there
bop_bop_bop, i hope that buddah help me do my flock
thank you, mei ling, i run up out that crib with [?]
these jeans that i’m wearin’, yeah, i probably booked a buster for ’em
pull up, hop out, and start strippin’, said that he got with him
[chorus: blue pesos]
“ayy, p, what you do on the daily?”
pour that mud up, exotic pop with the quagen in it, ugh
i just did a n_gga ruthless, hit the stanky leg
i ain’t gon’ blow his head off, that’s a for sure bet
“ayy, p, what you do on the daily?”
pour that mud up, exotic pop with the quagen in it, ugh
i just did a n_gga ruthless, hit the stanky leg
i ain’t gon’ blow his head off, that’s a for sure bet

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