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otm - stand on business lyrics

[intro: duffy]
n+gga
sh+t
sh+t easy, n+gga know the truth (this sh+t so motherf+ckin’ crazy)

[chorus: duffy]
i’m comin’ through the backdoor totin’ extendos, sorry, today, i ain’t takin’ no pictures
n+ggas ain’t like that, i don’t really mean to offend y’all, bro, but i ain’t worried ’bout n+ggas
cliquin’ up, la still don’t feel ’em
whole city know we passin’ up all these n+ggas
any bullsh+t, you could miss me with it
got bl!ck on me, and i’ma stand on business

[verse 1: duffy]
n+ggas be crazy, keep bein’ safe
they wanna be opps, better wash they ass
playin’, this sh+t’ll get put in your face
it’s a big four five, lil’ n+gga, get back
duck for your life or get took off the map
i don’t say a lot, but i overreact
we ballin’ the hardest, we flexin’ in saks
wе kept this sh+t lit, why n+ggas so mad?
i never sleep, b+tch, i wokе up with time
tec on me, bro, don’t be crossin’ the line
play with your life, i ain’t playin’ with mine
ex b+tch lied, said she doin’ fine
step on the scene, i’m the flyest in here
he actin’ hard, in my heart, ain’t no fear
i’ma be clutchin’ my glock ’til it’s clear
sh+t, we out of here if the police is near
f+ck with a joint, i could turn a b+tch up
get to the money or shut the f+ck up
that n+gga r+t+rded, he [?] it’s us
we ridin’ with sticks in the back of the truck
sit on the bench while i do my dougie
n+ggas is followers, n+ggas be puppets, f+ck it
brand+new piece, don’t touch it, sh+t
i got this sh+t off the mussle
[chorus: duffy]
i’m comin’ through the backdoor totin’ extendos, sorry, today, i ain’t takin’ no pictures
n+ggas ain’t like that, i don’t really mean to offend y’all, bro, but i ain’t worried ’bout n+ggas
cliquin’ up, la still don’t feel ’em
whole city know we passin’ up all these n+ggas
any bullsh+t, you could miss me with it
got bl!ck on me, and i’ma stand on business

[verse 2: blue pesos]
why you takin’ them off? i just blue benjies
i’ll blow an arm off if he still want beni
i’m short tempered, bro, i be trippin’ for nothin’
p just a rapper, don’t make that assumption
i roll with the lions, the heathens, no whistles
neck p from a tree if i hang with a buster
four of wock’ in a cream, my double cup muddy
off fentanyl, bro, that n+gga a junkie
i was only ’bout five, first time i had a weapon
he givin’ b+tch vibes, i don’t understand it
this lil’ b+tch broke, she givin’ me headaches
i got a b+tch who strip with phenomenal critic
i’m a flu flammin’ rapper, i don’t do scammin’
had the city on fire like we sparkin’ up matches
it’s a new flow, p, i don’t rap on these beats
keep that broke sh+t far, bein’ broke a disease
bring me that fetty, i don’t want a threesome
you don’t got the uchies, so why is we linkin’?
“i look like a ho to you, p”, hm, kind of
the f+ck is she smokin’, bro? come get your highness
i might be a gold digger, i only like diamonds
one+sixty, fyoom, get ghost, we hear sirens
straight faced with it, not guilty, your honor
if we facin’ the facts, i’m your man [?]
[?] suzy in the club, i need a one+nighter
he play with my name, rip his tongue out with pliers

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