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stanwill – nardo wick كلمات اغاني

[intro]
f_ck, huh, yeah
alright
n_ggas better guard they, huh, yeah

[verse]
when that hutch piece drop, better guard yo b_tch
any beef? i’ma step on that like i’m nardo wick
baby chop be done parked yo whip
201s fire, i’ll be d_mned if this card don’t hit
cactus cooler overflown with the wocky potion
only heart yo baby need is chrome, i don’t got emotions
big four_five, b_tch, that’s what i be toting
wet the opps up at marriott and left the lobby soaking
double [?] blew three fifty on some gym shorts
in the deepest end, you gon’ drown tryna swim, dork
in the striker tryna strike, we ride around with pitchforks
tell the opps they better use they head ‘fore we split yours
i’ll chuck wood in yo b_tch, i’m a wood chucker
hit a opp b_tch from the back and throw my hood up
every single hour out the day i’m tryna jugg something
yo b_tch mad as h_ll, got her wishing that we could f_ck
b_tch, i was down on my ass till i stood up
b_tch said the sh_ttyboyz broke, that’s a good one
b_tch, i be playing with them cards, i ain’t cook nothing
b_tch, i’ll b— yeah, okay
he slid in a wraith, i turnt his ass to a poltergeist
unc’ could teach you how to cook it up, i think he walter white
she was yo b_tch yesterday, she sucking on my b_lls tonight
got that motherf_cking metal on us like we all some knights
thinking that he finna play with me, i be done pause his life
thinking that we finna throw the ones, i be done toss some nines
all this motherf_cking drip i rock, i need a caution sign
they think i’m a employee in saks, i’m there all the time
hit yo b_tch off a flame emoji
off_to_the_motherf_cking_white, b_tch, i can’t vlone it
was hibachi yesterday, today gon’ filet me on it
finna shoot down that one way, i got a play on coney
taught her how to punch, now my b_tch think she holly holm
got a b_tch named “angel” in the demon, giving godly dome
all that f_cking dissing on the net’ll get somebody gone
spent another motherf_cking hunnid at hibachi go
if i ain’t in the stu’, i’m probably in a bad_ass b_tch
f_cking with the gang gon’ leave yo baby #rip
she gon’ suck it slow, i pull up in this fast_ass whip
let him fl!ck the lights, i’m taking off, gon’ stab gas quick
three 9’s on me, i’ll smoke him like a three_five
scat packs back to f_cking back, we the beehive
b_tch face cold but i’m tryna f_ck from behind
i think brodie finna die, he pour another three lines
even when i go to take a sh_t, know the weapon by
bounty on his head, track him down like the fbi
big triple s break the floor when i step inside
sbd$m, the only n_ggas next to i
she gon’ hop up in this scat pack and have s_x inside
catch his ass out on 7 mile, hit him seven times
politicking with my foreign plug, he from lebanon
i’ll take a n_gga off this world, let him threaten mine
[outro]
yeah
i’ll take a n_gga off this world, let him threaten mine
yeah
sh_ttyboyz, dog $hit militia, that’s on every song
that’s on every song

- stanwill

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