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stanwill – on i94 كلمات اغاني

[intro]
ooh, sh_t, that’s a danny g beat
uh_huh, uh, uh_huh (brrt, brrt), ayy, uh, yeah (whew, whew, whew, whew)

[verse]
i’m on ’94, in a ’55, doing double that
catch the opps moncler and pop him like some bubble wrap
if i hand it off to gang, i know he won’t fumble that
what he tossing in the club, i know i can double that
nah, i can’t triple that, tah, uh
i should start detention, all my b_tches bad
louis v duffel like a toilet, got some sh_t in that
i ain’t got no mo’f_cking balance, b_tch, i trip in saks
i’ll tell a b_tch it’s that
anytime i look into a mirror, b_tch, i see the sh_t
counting blues while your b_tch blew me, i must be a crip
glocky tuck in on my mike amiri’s, know you see the bl!ck
funny if that b_tch ain’t eating d_ck, i tell her, “eat a d_ck”
he ain’t your mans, he on split poles
back_to_back rounds with this b_tch left my d_ck swole
ain’t no zippies ’round, ganger smoking off the big ‘bow
looking like a hobo in these thousand_dollar ripped clothes
only hit the coldest b_tches
i don’t even gotta pop my sh_t, the b_tches know who winning
hitman’ll clean the scene up, you won’t know who did it
add, we can’t sit still, we in motion with it
yeah, got another bl!ck next to me
ganger rich, babytron counting sh_t next to me
you ain’t sbdsm, you can’t sit next to me
i ain’t hit your b_tch, boy, i got big neck, dummy
speaking out his neck, .223’s left his chest open
closet like a ocean, i step in and get to br__ststroking
he ain’t really tough, he just be acting like he seth rollins
shooter think he virgil, catch a opp and put a x on it
closet full of letters like i’m tryna learn the alphabet
funny how the fendi’s match the grade i got in calculus
unky pouring potions in the lab, he like a alchemist
set the bullies him, all my dawgs be on some alpha sh_t
.40 on me, i could make the honor roll
when these n_ggas take the shift, the only time they got a rose
he can make a f_cking milli’, long as unky got a stove
all these tees, all these cannons, looking like i’m ’bout to pose
huh, brodie move a xan, he don’t know jake
did the dash in the newest bronco, feel like o.j
b_tch sent a paragraph, i replied with, “okay”
getting fast money, couldn’t do this sh_t the slow way
huh, i like b_tches who like b_tches
waving sticks, the wind making wishes with these b_tches
need to go to church ’cause i be sinning in my christian’s
guarantee that any shot you missing, i can swish it
all i hit is cold sh_t
should i use my skymile or should i road trip?
should i drop another chain or do the froze wrist?
in miami, hitting cold b_tches, getting homesick, huh
gang came crocs, had to do the foam runners
we ain’t stripping through this b_tch, but all my babies pole clutchers
i’m a jackrabbit, sh_t talking, pretty ho f_cker
never had a job interview, had one on no jumper
huh, this the sh_tty season
they like, “stan, when you finna drop?” i know the city need it
boy, don’t up that ten_piece nugget, i can fifty_piece it
b_tches phony, through the tinted buffies, i can really see it
thinking, why the f_ck i got knuckles? i am not a fighter
gucci sweater on my body, this a lion, not a tiger
201 benz scorching, i could slide and start a fire
say it’s up with gang and them, i bet you i can take it higher
[outro]
b_tch, sh_ttyboyz, dog sh_t militia, that’s on every song, whew, yeah

- stanwill

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