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stanwill - duffy mod lyrics

[intro]
n+ggas know what the f+cking going on, man
sbdsm, sh+ttyboyz, dog sh+t militia (yeah)
t+double h+l, hip hop lab, lab sh+t, n+gga (yeah, alright)
all that
scam van gundy type sh+t (b+tch, b+tch, b+tch)
yeah (ha+ha)
yeah, yeah (sh+ttyboyz, sh+ttyboyz, sh+ttyboyz)
huh

[verse]
sbdsm till the death of me
dee to my right, babytron to the left of me
drop my location, bet i’m everywhere a check could be
you ain’t busting sh+t, it’s like you had a vasectomy
flexy lil’ n+gga, f+ck around and tear a bicep
drowning in the drip, might f+ck around and wear a life vest
it’s a hunnid dollar steak every time i digest
in a field catching more plays than jerry rice, neph’
wave stick and make him disappear, i know witchcraft
slid a visa then i hit the stu’, guess i giftwrap
everybody with me up some sh+t, we don’t split racks
i might throw my ho in timeout ’cause my b+tch bad
whole gang tote a f+cking torch, we a angry mob
way after elementary school, b+tch, i play with slides
bro keep the toolie anywhere, b+tch, i hang with bob
i can really plug a n+gga in, i’m the cable guy
supreme 59fifty on if i ever cap
if it’s up, we gon’ crank the kn+b, get the pressure jacked
lil’ bro’ll x a n+gga out like a treasure map
fee+fi+motherf+cking+fo, i’m with steppers, jack
lil’ bro a sleaze, he hit every b+tch on jet set
think my drip stutter, all these ggs and ffs
wide model drive itself, ain’t gotta hit the next left
sticked up, we ain’t worried ’bout no indirect threats
attachments on the glock, boy, my gadget got some doohickeys
when i drop the scamwill piece i’ma use giffies
punching everything, surfing websites abusively
smacked the money counter, that b+tch jammed ’cause the blues sticky
bro’ll hit the shot from anywhere, it’s like he dude perfect
on the ave banging luka trončić, in the coupe swerving
all this cap, n+ggas’ll be sick, let the truth surface
she be must be a coney dog ’cause, her n+gga, he a loose burger
shooting to the jacks, drop my b+tch off at the q11
tron shoot the ones, that’s the quickest way to shoot to heaven
rock a plain+ass white tee but my shoes eleven
baby bop with the three hunnids, that’s my newest weapon
mm+mm, this ain’t a roll, this a stack, b+tch
this ain’t no f+cking baecay, this a jack trip
i know a b+tch pulling scripts, she a actress
they never hit the booth but i know n+ggas that’ll wrap sh+t
cut it out, boy, you wouldn’t blow a stuffy nose
in the f+cking depths of my bag, i’m in duffy mode
i done caught the motherf+cking sniffles ’cause the buffys froze
drawing plays on then turn my scam van gundy on
[outro]
ha+ha, yeah (dumbass n+gga)
sh+ttyboyz (sbdsm, n+gga, dog sh+t militia, n+gga)
b+tch

- stanwill lyrics

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