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daily bread & sts - all flats lyrics

[intro]
i changed my name from sts to sts
i got something to say

[verse 1]
take ’em to church like a priest would do
oh this the short version like a easter suit
of how i came up, and switch the game up
all on some square biz but swear i never lamed up
this back when rockefeller use to throw them chains up
and t-tty boy was dpt before he chained up
before the whole game was sipping lil wayne cups
i was selling ladies of the night it’s a shame bruh
but, b-tches still f-ck with me though i’m uber tainted
they say the drive inside is like uber ain’t it
sit back and relax i got it my dear
five star flow thats how the f-ck we got here
t looking down like don’t quit
but on the flip, just lost another homie long live grip
i set adrift like a memory bliss
raise a l like a militant fist
i raise h-ll like a devilish wish
send you to h-ll if the devil insist
then raise bail hope the devils dismiss all charges

[chorus]
and just when you thought that atlanta was all trap
ladies tat my name on your t-tties in all caps
hot like a 10 piece wing, all flats
and a bag of chips yep b-tch i’m all that

[verse 2]
hard fighting soldier on the battle field
got my sword and shield i won’t yield
i’d rather stand for something i won’t kneel
i’m down to die for this glory i won’t peel
off like a mask, i’d rather off that -ss
for anybody want to talk that jazz
i’m coltrane with this old thang
they ain’t seen a n-gga this fly since soul plane
ladies lined up i’m coming down like it’s soul train
never touch the cat before you tough some scratch
my old head taught me that, thats some old game
now estranged to the game thats my old flame
sugar tongue slim n-gga thats my old name
call me something to say, thats my new code name
my whole crew gotta shine, we the gold gang
so how you want it my pen is 500
it’s mont blanc when my ink runneth
i plant the flag when i reach summit
then i throw my hood up
just like a week stomach, who really want

[chorus x2]
and just when you thought that atlanta was all trap
ladies tat my name on your t-tties in all caps
hot like a 10 piece wing, all flats
and a bag of chips yep b-tch i’m all that

- daily bread sts lyrics

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