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stanwill - live & learn كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(ooh, stan, turn me up)
b_tch
no cap
wrist forty_one, wrist forty_one, b_tch, my wrist forty_one

[verse]
wrist forty_one, cougar b_tch forty_two
told the manager in saks i’m in this b_tch more than you
b_tch foreign, drip foreign, whip foreign too
you be pourin’ feelings out, i’m in this b_tch pourin’ juice
i don’t ball hog, b_tch, the clique scorin’ too
think the whip grew some wings how that b_tch soarin’ through
she ain’t used to money, say this sh_t sort of new
if militia ever call, i come equipped for the troops
funny he was talkin’ hot but now he in the urn
i ain’t took no losses, all my l’s stand for live and learn
he done reached for ice and got some ice, you know thesе b_tches burn
i don’t talk, interrogators think they in this b_tch with fеrb
threw my cartis on her, now your b_tch a nerd
had to turn it up a notch, ain’t feel like i was gettin’ heard
i pass all my babies paper like they gettin’ served
he said it was beef, i brought it to him like he gettin’ served
she runnin’ like it’s track, got his wife in the sprinter
tried to score and got locked up, we some hybrid defenders
you know ganger gave his lil’ ho a night to remember
if we catch him out in traffic, ain’t swipin’ a fender
paid ’bout twenty dollars for every bite of my dinner
i might skrrt the holy ghost, but i’m ridin’ with sinners
know my haters mad as f_ck, can’t deny we some winners
probably got more motherf_ckin’ chicken than tyson got tenders
you can only show a ten with your two hands
me and bro with two tens on a two man
countin’ all these blue bands, might get blue hands
i’m with five b_tches, got the gle coupe crammed
i don’t step out ‘less my ‘fit at least two bands
used to thank god for givin’ me a new ham
bet the big fully f_cker make his crew scram
only way you toppin’ me is if you go get two stans
when it come to business, got my tippy toes on it
zotti off the shroomies, ganger hippie blowed on it
lookin’ at the ‘fit, i blew like fifty pros on it
and i’m lookin’ at my buffies, blew like sixty more on it
i ain’t got no heart, i do these biddies so bogus
hundred in the ar, b_tch, the titties so loaded
bro on telly with the plug like give me more potion
guess you ain’t the only fish for me, it’s plenty more oceans
one night with your b_tch, we need plenty more trojans
i can’t trust a b_tch, you know it’s plenty hoes goin’
pull up tryna scr_p, you know that semi pole blowin’
everybody hatin’ why my city so hopeless
probably rockin’ mike amiri skinnies, roll showin’
petty, if you run off with a penny, bro blowin’
all this ice and paper, b_tch, we lit, these hoes knowin’
had to run it up myself, boy, they ain’t give me no motion
[outro]
(ooh, stan, turn me up)
b_tch, dog sh_t militia
man, this sh_t easy
been sh_ttin’, still sh_ttin’
know i’m forever sh_ttin’, you know?

- stanwill

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