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stanwill - duffy mod lyrics

[intro]
n_ggas know what the f_cking going on, man
sbdsm, sh_ttyboyz, dog sh_t militia (yeah)
t_double h_l, hip hop lab, lab sh_t, n_gga (yeah, alright)
all that
scam van gundy type sh_t (b_tch, b_tch, b_tch)
yeah (ha_ha)
yeah, yeah (sh_ttyboyz, sh_ttyboyz, sh_ttyboyz)
huh

[verse]
sbdsm till the death of me
dee to my right, babytron to the left of me
drop my location, bet i’m everywhere a check could be
you ain’t busting sh_t, it’s like you had a vasectomy
flexy lil’ n_gga, f_ck around and tear a bicep
drowning in the drip, might f_ck around and wear a life vest
it’s a hunnid dollar steak every time i digest
in a field catching more plays than jerry rice, neph’
wave stick and make him disappear, i know witchcraft
slid a visa then i hit the stu’, guess i giftwrap
everybody with me up some sh_t, we don’t split racks
i might throw my ho in timeout ’cause my b_tch bad
whole gang tote a f_cking torch, we a angry mob
way after elementary school, b_tch, i play with slides
bro keep the toolie anywhere, b_tch, i hang with bob
i can really plug a n_gga in, i’m the cable guy
supreme 59fifty on if i ever cap
if it’s up, we gon’ crank the kn_b, get the pressure jacked
lil’ bro’ll x a n_gga out like a treasure map
fee_fi_motherf_cking_fo, i’m with steppers, jack
lil’ bro a sleaze, he hit every b_tch on jet set
think my drip stutter, all these ggs and ffs
wide model drive itself, ain’t gotta hit the next left
sticked up, we ain’t worried ’bout no indirect threats
attachments on the glock, boy, my gadget got some doohickeys
when i drop the scamwill piece i’ma use giffies
punching everything, surfing websites abusively
smacked the money counter, that b_tch jammed ’cause the blues sticky
bro’ll hit the shot from anywhere, it’s like he dude perfect
on the ave banging luka trončić, in the coupe swerving
all this cap, n_ggas’ll be sick, let the truth surface
she be must be a coney dog ’cause, her n_gga, he a loose burger
shooting to the jacks, drop my b_tch off at the q11
tron shoot the ones, that’s the quickest way to shoot to heaven
rock a plain_ass white tee but my shoes eleven
baby bop with the three hunnids, that’s my newest weapon
mm_mm, this ain’t a roll, this a stack, b_tch
this ain’t no f_cking baecay, this a jack trip
i know a b_tch pulling scripts, she a actress
they never hit the booth but i know n_ggas that’ll wrap sh_t
cut it out, boy, you wouldn’t blow a stuffy nose
in the f_cking depths of my bag, i’m in duffy mode
i done caught the motherf_cking sniffles ’cause the buffys froze
drawing plays on then turn my scam van gundy on
[outro]
ha_ha, yeah (dumbass n_gga)
sh_ttyboyz (sbdsm, n_gga, dog sh_t militia, n_gga)
b_tch

- stanwill lyrics

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