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r3 da chilliman - stand upt lyrics

[intro]
(jvalley)
(talkin’ sh+t to this f+ckin’ beat)

[verse]
bahamas trips, all clear water, go get your pape’ up
lil’ brodie really wantin’ my bag and he gon’ take somethin’
baby really want her a baller, that’s why she chose me
my kit still a hundred thousand plus without the rollie
i pour too much in my soda, that’s why my words slurred
how the f+ck i’m high in my mind and i ain’t pop no perc’?
my boy called me with a pas, then we gon’ gеt it done
big amg what i’m pushin’, this ain’t the lil’ one
i’m gеttin’ money, all my diamonds on my arms gon’ hit
big baller, you know the roof got stars and sh+t
just stay with me, you know threesie on the road to riches
this real pape’, we got maids in there doin’ dishes

[chorus]
f+ckin’ up these commas i’m known for, i need these bands up
i’m faded off that trissy, i d+mn near can’t even stand up
baby bad, chanel on her back, she know her ass fat
road runnin’, a hundred all blues, bet i’m gon’ stash that
[outro]
f+ckin’ up these commas i’m known for, i need these bands up
i’m faded off that trissy, i d+mn near can’t even stand up
baby bad, chanel on her back, she know her ass fat
road runnin’, a hundred all blues, bet i’m gon’ stash that
road runnin’, a hundred all blues, bet i’m gon’ stash that
road runnin’, a hundred all blues, bet i’m gon’ stash that

- r3 da chilliman lyrics

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