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stanwill – scoreboard كلمات اغاني

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[hook]
one, two, three, four giffies outta speedway
five, six, seven scats racing up the freeway
eight, nine bands off the scams, it was free pape
ten f_cking hoes on my d_ck, b_tch, i need sp_ce
yeah, boy, you better tuck yo b_tch ‘fore we three_way her
for that cheddar, throw more hoes at him than a cheese grater
you’ll never catch my hands out, i don’t need favors
only thing gang know is shoot, he gon’ think later

[verse]
elevation come from separation, i ain’t near these n_ggas
painting pictures like i’m van gogh, don’t wanna hear these n_ggas
thousand dollar [?] boy, what you know about amiri denim?
in the hood, hold on, let me clеar my system
in the hood, we spark his ass up, hе think he plugged in
only got the head up off yo b_tch, i only f_ck tens
funny how if you don’t reach no cover, you get tucked in
looking through my database, i think i got enough bins
when the critics label me the goat is when i give it up
yo n_gga window shopping at the set, b_tch, he ain’t spend a buck
sb, t_double h_l, you ain’t kin to us
when i get rich, the next goal gon’ be rich as f_ck
ha_ha, yeah, that’s not far though
f_ck around and shoot him like i’m logan, i’ll spark bro
future bright as h_ll but i always had a dark soul
they just getting hip, i always knew that i was part goat
i’m worried ’bout the scoreboard, you looking at the shot clock
all these .30 round ars, this a chop shop
i could f_ck the hoes but the pape always c_ck_block
lil’ bro’ll lay down in yo bushes, don’t get drop shot
gang jumping out with [?] we let glocks pop
posted up on n_ggas’ cross streets, we playing opp watch
if it’s up, boy, this sh_t forever, we do not squash
turbans on, drac’d up, he better pray to allah
ain’t no midget ’round when i say the .45 by me
road tripping, hitting every store, f_cking slide out it
stepping in this b_tch, might f_ck around and break the tile out it
enterprise rental, know i’m getting every mile out it
ex b_tch f_cked up thinking that i need hoes
water, air, and pape, b_tch, i really only need those
whole gang touching dog sh_t, b_tch, we team goals
f_cking off the [?] boy, you cuffing fiend hoes
looking like a blessing, when she see me, she gon’ make a wish
balling out the gym for every time i couldn’t make a swish
setting plays up for that roll, bro gon’ make the pick
dog hoes, i’ll chase my tail ‘fore i chase a b_tch
[hook]
one, two, three, four giffies outta speedway
five, six, seven scats racing up the freeway
eight, nine bands off the scams, it was free pape
ten f_cking hoes on my d_ck, b_tch, i need sp_ce
yeah, boy, you better tuck yo b_tch ‘fore we three_way her
for that cheddar, throw more hoes at him than a cheese grater
you’ll never catch my hands out, i don’t need favors
only thing gang know is shoot, he gon’ think later

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