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stanwill - nonstop lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh_t, that’s a danny g beat)
huh, time is money, i ain’t— (tommy ii)
time is money, i ain’t stoppin’ ‘less the— huh
uh_uh_uh
haha, time is money, i ain’t—

[verse]
time is money, i ain’t stoppin’ ‘less the clock do
you won’t never catch me switchin’, but my glock do
white and yellow gold, how the f_ck my watch blue?
if i catch him, i’ma put him up on fox news
bro’ll pop a couple tags, pop an opp, and go and pop shrooms
i got all these boogers in my buffies like an achoo
i like b_tches mean, it’s only fitting that they rock rhude
tryna cop a f_ckin’ rocket launcher, all my opps doomed
ha, i’m finna blow ’em up
twist my fingers to an m and then i throw ’em up
he done checkеd the lo’, he sick, he know his ho with us
all that brakin’ for thе broke, won’t catch me slowin’ up
if i ain’t showin’ out, then i ain’t showin’ up
me and ganger cut from different cloths, boy, you can’t sew with us
i told bro to kick the cup, he don’t think four enough
i done made the wave and got a boat, they tryna row with us
(me and ganger cut from different cloths, boy, you can’t sew with us)
(i done made the wave and got a boat, they tryna—)
get more jacks in than michael, tell a b_tch beat it
i been thinkin’ ’bout a bag ever since fetus
ho get kicked to the curb, she don’t l!ck p_n_s
how she playin’ with them racks, think my b_tch venus
i could take a b_tch to mars, whip look like a sp_cecraft
catch me gettin’ face from your baby like i’m ray ass
in my bag, b_tch, i’m glad, tell ’em stay mad
i was in the storm thuggin’, waitin’ ’til that rain passed
got my wrist iced, got my b_tch iced
pulled up on us thinkin’ we ain’t cut and got his sh_t sliced
dog sh_t militia, we ain’t— huh
dog sh_t militia, we ain’t barkin’, we take big bites
thermal scope, he play it hot_headed, he gon’ get sniped
always knew that i was gettin’ left if i ain’t get right
all my b_tches bad as f_ck, i think that they should get life
how i’m feelin’, i’m the sh_t, i think i need to get wiped
supreme f_nny with a weapon in it
he don’t need to buy a pair of kicks, ’cause he ain’t steppin’ with it
i got six, but my bank account need seven digits
funny he ain’t see no checkered flag but he already finished
chop with the leg, tryna kick buddy
you can catch me uppin’ pape’ with my rich buddies
playin’ with my blood, sh_t’ll get bl__dy
all i know is get pape, get fetti, get money
call the dog sh_t militia, bet they sick buddy
i know he ain’t got no pape’ ’cause his b_tch bummy
why the f_ck would i throw fists when they make bl!cks, dummy?
funny she allergic to ’em, but i left her lips nutty
haha, dog sh_t militia, b_tch (ooh, sh_t, that’s a danny g beat)
(tommy ii)

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