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s god – stanley steemer lyrics

[hook: s god]
chopper make him dance, ballerina
bring that smoke to your house, stanley steemers
my new b+tch she bad, she a keeper
said she love my eyes, jeepers creepers
that hoe talk too much, she a tweeter
glacier diamonds on me, my neck like a freezer
what’s that on my hip, lil b+tch that’s the heater
what’s that in my lungs, lil b+tch that’s the reefer

[verse 1: s god]
my dreads look like candy
got two glock, billy, mandy
i just hit up my hoe
that b+tch got cheeks no sandy
big racks, bustin’ out my jeans
big gats, they done came with beams
that boy cop like winslow
he a l that’s why his wins low
i come through, stomp no tiptoe
got bread, yeah got that big dough
got prada, balenci’
she textin’, she miss me
my chain cost, like fifty
i’m king of my city
my chopper too pretty, i think i love the b+tch
he cannot roll with me, ’cause he on other sh+t

[hook: s god]
chopper make him dance, ballerina
bring that smoke to your house, stanley steemers
my new b+tch she bad, she a keeper
said she love my eyes, jeepers creepers
that hoe talk too much, she a tweeter
glacier diamonds on me, my neck like a freezer
what’s that on my hip, lil b+tch that’s the heater
what’s that in my lungs, lil b+tch that’s the reefer

[verse 2: s god]
hol up
b+tch
bently pull up at the spot
21 thousand my ring cost a lot
if she got a fat ass then i’m tieing the knot
i’m blowin’ the smoke, make it hot in the box
goyard the hat and it’s down to the socks
rollie my wrist, ain’t no tik in my watch
b+tch i’m in north star with a fistful of guap
i’m feelin’ like edge, f+ck a b+tch in the ring
pop cap like a sprite and the glock make him lean
i’m feelin’ like gerald, stay gettin’ the green
b+tch i’m in the city, they treat me like king
i’m really that
i’m at your head like a fitted cap
i got the blueprint b+tch
i show these boys how to get a bag
glancin’
all of my b+tches be glancin’
i got the acne face rollie
look at my diamonds they dancin’
these b+tches do be dancin’ tho

[hook: s god]
chopper make him dance, ballerina
bring that smoke to your house, stanley steemers
my new b+tch she bad, she a keeper
said she love my eyes, jeepers creepers
that hoe talk too much, she a tweeter
glacier diamonds on me, my neck like a freezer
what’s that on my hip, lil b+tch that’s the heater
what’s that in my lungs, lil b+tch that’s the reefer

- s god lyrics

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