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stanwill – peter pan كلمات اغاني

[intro]
alright, yeah

[verse]
make sure you say i’m rich when you send me in yo group chat
looking at the stars while i drive, where my roof at?
feel like nino, heading to my city with some new jacks
throw the buffys on while she suck it, with my cool_ass
we do not beef, you just mad that yo b_tch blew me
holding on to high school clout? you a big goofy
telling bae my heart loyal but she know my d_ck choosing
me and gang tripping up at [?] we punch six movies
i was counted out, got ‘em tryna add me up now
funny me and gang stayed down but we up now
i’ll knock the head off yo neck, tryna touch mine
yo b_tch want a rapper, she gon’ do it for the one time
b_tch freak me out, all she wanna do is suck my b_lls
telling model hoes, “it ain’t no fun unless you f_ck my dawg”
rich_ass d_ck, b_tch, i spent two hunnid bucks on drawers
was down on the score, now we a hunnid up on y’all
all these racks, i could f_ck around, win the wimbledon
said the sh_ttyboyz ain’t sh_tting? you a simpleton
everybody on my team scoring when i dish to them
only get one shot in life so i’m swishing it
i done blew the [?] on my jeep, now i’m switching whips
i’ll light a opp house up, on some christmas sh_t
i’m a sinner but my diors on some christian sh_t
b22s tied up but i’m tripping, b_tch
i don’t do no d_ck sucking, i don’t do no clique jumping
brodie running ‘round mean_mugging, tryna bl!ck something
made ten at ten_something, paint step like tim duncan
riding ‘round with tools on me, i ain’t tryna fix nothing
sack on the floor? i’m jumping in like a sleeping bag
got the glock tucked but ju sleaze, he’ll sleep his ass
main b_tch tryna beat me up, with my cheating_ass
sr to the d_mn t when we screeching pass
you could march around with a drum, still won’t see a band
ever since a boy i always knew that i’ll be the man
i’ll up stick and stick him up, let me see them hands
flying around the d with green on me like i’m peter pan
small drac’, pretty bi— huh, yeah, okay
like, yeah, huh
small drac’, pretty b_tch, and a big k
next year it’s drop top porsche when i switch lanes
b_tches looking at the group like, “who the f_ck up the most?”
i been so deep in my bag that the duffel broke
love when it’s chicken in my fingers, b_tch, i’m uncle joe
they ain’t put no pape’ in my pockets so it’s f_ck these hoes
i can peep the fake love through my buffalos
i can talk sticks, no cap, got a bunch of those
mike amiri pockets stuffed with blue strip onion rolls
on a giffy tour with gang_gang if i hug the road
six hunnid just to mean_mug through a fendi tee
b_tch copy everything i do, she my mini me
ain’t one in you but i swear it’s a m in me
everything i wear wet as f_ck, you can’t swim with me
sbdsm, t_double h_l
gang affiliation, got ‘em thinking that i can’t spell
brodie ringing down the opp block with that drake bell
had to tell her, “i don’t chase hoes, b_tch, i chase mail”
[outro]
ha_ha, no cap though
dumbass n_gga
yeah, huh, sh_ttyboyz

- stanwill

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