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stanwill - him lyrics

[intro]
hey blake, where you at?
wchew, ayyyy, b_tch
if i’m in the, it’s gon, it don’t need no
ayyyy, huh, okay

[verse and beat 1]
if i’m in the club it’s gon rain, you don’t need no weather app
all that sh_tty rapping ass, come up with some better cap
you won’t catch me with no rats but i’m where the cheddar at
your b_tch safer over here, she know this where the steppers at
i couldn’t f_ck pre_buffs, but i’m in her guts now
said he had smoke with us?
funny he some runtz now
empire sent the bag i ain’t gotta punch now (fraud)
fine dining with my b_tch $200 lunch now (sh_t)
got your b_tch bikini bottoms wet as goo lagoon (f_ck)
know its guala on the floor you see me shoot a move (no cap)
ksubi’s stuffed with 20’s i don’t do the true’s
know some demons that was shooting opps when you was shooting hoops
huh, okay okay, huh (yeah)
fly as h_ll b_tches breaking necks looking up (breaking necks)
i be scamming, unky in the ‘rex cookin up (pew)
new b_tch she the sh_t, seen my ex looking rough
[interlude 1 _ stanwill]
b_tch, b_tch, yeah yeah
you don’t touch the pape i touch
you don’t f_ck the hoes i f_ck
big dogsh_t militia, i’m the biggest sh_tter out
you should know this sh_t

[verse and beat 2]
they know we up, yeah b_tch, yeah
they know we up dogsh_t
pushing up the buffy’s left my middle finger frostbit
you won’t never see me with no yorkie’s all my dogs pit’s
mr. buy it all i blew a 20 on a mall trip
tell the opps to call quits
tee by off_white, jeans amiri, goose canadian
rich as f_ck, designer head_wraps, the crew arabian
ar fully, telescope attached, could shoot an alien
fear of god, dior christian, i’m like “who an atheist?”
every glockiana got a switch we brought the fully’s out
show your b_tch what’s in my pocket bet she pull her goodies out
i ain’t thinking bout my exes, rock em on my hoodie now (dogsh_t militia, gang gang b_tch you know what the f_ck going on)
‘miris hold the glock but the f_nny full of dead faces
your b_tch got the wop, only hit her cause the head crazy
looking for his thot? oh she somewhere in my bed ain’t she
talking to the cops, know you sick your baby fed ain’t he (fed ain’t he?)
[interlude 2 _ jackass’s dave england]
i’m proud, and i’d consider myself a professional sh_tter
which i, i think there’s very few of
i’m sure there’s some others out there
but, can you name one?
prolly not

[verse and beat 3]
yeah, all of my b_tches like fashion
my n_ggas like money
my k!llas like shooting
when they with gang they be playing with b_lls, but none of these b_tches be hooping (haha no cap)
tripping in traffic we active ot, back to back all our vehicles ruthless (skrrt, skrrt)
he bring his b_tch to the club when gang in the section he leaving it boo_less (bye)
she know we playing with racks (yeah)
none of my n_ggas be cap (naw)
i blew a 20 in saks (yeah)
none of these n_ggas get dapped (naw)
walking out turtle pie co., with bags of the gas my n_ggas be smacked (yeah)
why the f_ck this b_tch ask “what’s my pr_nouns?”, she knowing i’m that (huh)
the amg got 5%’s, the buffy’s got mirror i’m peeping through tints (d_mn!)
it’s funny he ain’t got the flu but if he catch a shot we leaving him sick (ahah)
all of your dogs just be barking, they ain’t got no bite, i be with them pit’s (ruff)
dogsh_t militia should be cottonelle, they knowing we be with the sh_ts (gang)
these n_ggas ain’t gang for real
i just want money, i been had the b_tches
i don’t give a f_ck bout no fame for real (i don’t)
could be a noose around neck, and no monkey bars you still couldn’t hang for real
ar a fully, the scope got a variable zoom, you know we got range for real (brrrt, brrrt, brrrt, b_tch)
[outro]
dumbass n_gga
real sh_ttyboyz sh_t she gon f_ck cause the sh_ttyboyz lit
but you already know that though (already know that though)?
the biggest sh_tters (biggest sh_tters)

- stanwill lyrics

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