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stanwill – poetry كلمات اغاني

poetry lyrics
[intro]
like, huh, hold on, huh

[verse]
let the lab chain swing, but this b_tch a trophy
we the mo’f_cking reason apple got a sh_t emoji
bae rock christian dior, so my b_tch is holy
looking like december 25th, all these giffies on me
think you finna play with my pape’? you would die for that
bro’ll wet your f_cking tee up like a laundromat
i ain’t talking ’bout no seat belt, but i ride with straps
lemon cherry stuffed in the ‘wood, b_tch, kinda smack
feel like tropicana, got the juice off of punching sh_t
funny i got four burners on me and a oven mitt
we ain’t even beefing, but he mad i humped his b_tch
she don’t ask what i’m doing, b_tch know i’m thumbing strips
b_tch thinking it’s a sp_cecraft, it’s a amg
empty ass soul, ain’t no love or no hate in me
off_white x on my shirt, this a racist tee
she wanna give her heart, made your b_tch give her face to me
trackhawks, h_llcats, you ain’t racing me
if it’s up, then my baby sending sh_t to the gates with me
i be d_gg_ng n_gga’s hoes, ain’t no taming me
fan stopped me in the mall, my b_tch saying, “it’s the fame for me”
if i get a mill’ today, b_tch, me and gang breaking even
i should bring a f_cking bed in that b_tch, i’d stay in neiman’s
lil’ bro’ll pop your ass just because he can’t tame his demons
i just hit the booth and sh_t talk, you would think my aim is speaking
bro sip expensive on his wock’ in the simply sh_t
four pockets full, but my heart on some empty sh_t
chill day, still stepping out in some crispy sh_t
i don’t know if she believe me or not, on some ripley sh_t
for me, it’s a giffy trip, unc’ making brickies flip
this some off_white, f_ck i look like in d_ckie drip?
hunnid rounds in this lil’ b_tch, this the mickey stick
with all that lil’ sh_t, no cap, you can miss me, b_tch
if you my dog, you my dog, boy, i got your back
.762’s flip his ass like a acrobat
all that sh_t you be rapping ’bout, put a cap on that
let this ho ever say it’s up, we gon’ act on that
drawing plays up for them bills, feel like belichick
she can be your lil’ b_tch, i’m still getting h_lla neck
balenciaga’s on, boy, that’s 10k in seven steps
tryna throw a fist? that’s gon’ land you in heaven, neph’
yeah, supreme tee with the liver, looking like an organ donor
red bottoms for my b_tch, boy, ain’t no jordan’s on her
three_five after three_five, getting more than stoners
since he playing with his f_cking life, get it short and dome him
pull up on my opps, wave a stick like it’s sorcery
green beams and white gloves, boy, that’s the force in me
you could see a d_mn biscuit, boy, you ain’t horsing me
they say i’m sh_t talking, but to me, this sh_t poetry, whew

- stanwill

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