stanwill - five guys lyrics
[intro]
(it’s bluestrip, baby)
b_tch, huh
[verse]
he think he on business, i’ma live him where he stand
she know they amiri, she gon’ rip me out my pants
i might be a rapper, still can give the b_tch a chance
i’m an orca in that water, all my opposites is clams
all my opposites is hams
my b_tch look like gina, but i still might f_ck a pam
had to buy the f_nny, money got the skinnies crammed
i don’t wrestle much, but if i like her body, she get slammed
pendant after pendant after pendant, i got three chains
biggest_body whip, i got the cullinan in three lanes
got an oppy runnin’ with his stick, he doin’ rеlays
brodie specialize in shootin’ rappеrs like he d gangs
mother f_ck the law, go tell ’em free gang
want the sauce, you gotta pay the cost, it ain’t no free game
i’m the reason that his ho got knee pain
chop’ll get to singin’ fully auto like it’s t_pain
i got so much motherf_ckin’ money, still want more
ganger crashin’ out like they some dummies, they on go
they say it’s a joke, but ain’t sh_t funny when you broke
show your b_tch my bank account, i bet she love me even more
i remember i was sendin’ dummies in the store
ghost a b_tch and duck off in my duffy on a ho
in that water fishin’, hittin’ guppies with my pole
i ain’t got no soul, your b_tch done sucked me, now it’s gone
i ain’t pumpin’ iron, but the buffies got me strong
think he mcfly but doggy dusty on the low
only came around when it was sunny, they some hoes
tell ’em wrap me up in paper like a mummy when i’m gone
we was tryna wipe it, had him runnin’ like his nose
how this b_tch a stripper but she runnin’ from my pole?
yopper got some kick, you know we gunnin’ for that gold
he done said it’s up with us, but now he duckin’ all the smoke
hm, he a ho, but i expected it
she my favorite b_tch, she took the d_ck and she ingested it
you know if that pint ain’t from the pharm’, then we inspected it
tried to guess my net worth and a milli’ was her estimate
i’ll pull up shootin’ like i’m petrović
he ain’t got that edd no more, sh_t, they invested it
you gon’ f_ck or what? ain’t with the messaging
shoutout me and ‘migos, i do business with my mexicans
[?], who deicdes war? this b_tch said, “the president”
if it’s any problems, we got several bl!cks to settle it
hit her on the table, i done f_cked her out her element
got more weapons than a veteran, throw me a medal, sh_t
in the field like a combine
they treat j like he a prince ’cause he got mob ties
whole gang full of burgers, i’ma call ’em five guys
he just made a ten, i’m guessin’ doggy want a high_five
whip a ufo, the b_tches think i’m livin’ sci_fi
reachin’ for my neck, i be done flamed doggy lifeline
got him wonderin’ why she go mia at nighttime?
never gave a f_ck about no rules or ’bout no guidelines
they must think he ghost writin’, bro got n_ggas buyin’ lines
cuddy scientific, he might k!ll an opp with cyanide
sneaker shoppin’, boy, it’s forty_three when i go buy a size
when i hit his b_tch, he played it off, i know he died inside
had to cut into her, suckin’ d_ck is why you got a mind
doggy tried to pull up throwin’ fits, ain’t know i got a 9
funny how i’m makin’ all this paper, i just gotta rhyme
i should drop a rollie just to tell your ho that i ain’t got the time
[outro]
b_tch, dog sh_t militia, you know what it is
whole lotta gang sh_t, b_tch
no cap, three chains on type sh_t
whole lot of money on me
bein’ broke a joke, ain’t a lot of funny on me type sh_t, you know that, though
gang, live from the lab
huh, b_tch
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