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stanwill - make it last كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(ooh, sh_t, that’s a danny g beat)
ar with the drum attached, we—
ar with the drum attached, we— b_tch
ar with the— hm

[verse]
ar with the drum attached, we a marching band
ain’t throwin’ neck, she get tossed in the garbage can
shinin’ like the sun now, they wasn’t in the dark with stan
funny he got ate with big chop when i parked the lam’
f_ck the whole human race, i’m a martian man
dog sh_t militia be my troops, if i bark, they blam
2017, all i knew was write a card and jam
i been takin’ off, now it’s time to see how far i land
reach for my neck, i send more shots than a bar, my man
.223’ll twist your top off like a jar, my man
f_ck a granny, b_tch, i ain’t got no heart, i scam
i ain’t got no love for a thotty, but i heart my fans
out in traffic in that trx, buddy car got rammed
when i upped the hitstick, was shocked how many yards he ran
crack his egg open, doggy sweeter than a marzipan
got more motherf_ckin’ green on me than a spartans fan
only buy that sh_t if it’s on sale, you the bargain man
talkin’ hot, but when i caught him out, he was a harmless man
could never chase a b_tch, the only thing i target’s bands
still’d have a firearm attached if i was armless, man
still’d run it up if i was legless, too
if you ain’t throwin’ neck, you might as well be headless, boo
i ain’t duckin’ sh_t but the feds and troops
all this chicken on me, you would think i got some eggs in coops
rappin’ ’bout some ‘za, the only thing he blow is reg and boof
they think i’m a pirate, only thing that’s on my head is loot
cuddy say that he can’t be hisself without the meds and juice
got a little model b_tch, i love the way her edges swoop
where the f_ck is stan? you can catch him where some paper at
f_ckin’ b_tches, makin’ money where the lakers at
need a big fitted, everthing he sayin’ major cap
walk ’em down in christian, send his ass where the savior at
throat g.o.a.t., that’s your b_tch, boy, i named her that
talkin’ out his neck, how his face where them lasers at
this b_tch like a live audience the way the banger clap
doggy better duck if we bust, ’cause we aim for hats
got the glock, but my b_tch, she’ll mace his ass
state troop’ fl!ck his lights, i’ma race his ass
he ain’t lock that back door up and they snaked his ass
need an apr_n now for my dough or i’ll bake his ass
say smoke, i’ma roll up and go face his ass
all these maharas in my closet, i’m a maison addict
he ain’t got a whip yet, he had to take a cab
how you want a bad b_tch and you can’t even pay the tab?
feel like i’m runnin’ out of time, gotta make it fast
at the same time, i’m on the run, tryna make it last
can never chase a ho, only chase a bag
you ninja turtle_ass opps like to hang with rats
if the sign on the venue got my name, it’s packed
gotta know that every single person on my gang is strapped
big fully, bet i swiss cheese when i’m aimin’ that
r.i.p. $cams, might go to his grave and give gang a jack
b_tch, dog sh_t militia

- stanwill

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