a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

stanwill - five guys lyrics

[intro]
(it’s bluestrip, baby)
b+tch, huh

[verse]
he think he on business, i’ma live him where he stand
she know they amiri, she gon’ rip me out my pants
i might be a rapper, still can give the b+tch a chance
i’m an orca in that water, all my opposites is clams
all my opposites is hams
my b+tch look like gina, but i still might f+ck a pam
had to buy the f+nny, money got the skinnies crammed
i don’t wrestle much, but if i like her body, she get slammed
pendant after pendant after pendant, i got three chains
biggest+body whip, i got the cullinan in three lanes
got an oppy runnin’ with his stick, he doin’ rеlays
brodie specialize in shootin’ rappеrs like he d gangs
mother f+ck the law, go tell ’em free gang
want the sauce, you gotta pay the cost, it ain’t no free game
i’m the reason that his ho got knee pain
chop’ll get to singin’ fully auto like it’s t+pain
i got so much motherf+ckin’ money, still want more
ganger crashin’ out like they some dummies, they on go
they say it’s a joke, but ain’t sh+t funny when you broke
show your b+tch my bank account, i bet she love me even more
i remember i was sendin’ dummies in the store
ghost a b+tch and duck off in my duffy on a ho
in that water fishin’, hittin’ guppies with my pole
i ain’t got no soul, your b+tch done sucked me, now it’s gone
i ain’t pumpin’ iron, but the buffies got me strong
think he mcfly but doggy dusty on the low
only came around when it was sunny, they some hoes
tell ’em wrap me up in paper like a mummy when i’m gone
we was tryna wipe it, had him runnin’ like his nose
how this b+tch a stripper but she runnin’ from my pole?
yopper got some kick, you know we gunnin’ for that gold
he done said it’s up with us, but now he duckin’ all the smoke
hm, he a ho, but i expected it
she my favorite b+tch, she took the d+ck and she ingested it
you know if that pint ain’t from the pharm’, then we inspected it
tried to guess my net worth and a milli’ was her estimate
i’ll pull up shootin’ like i’m petrović
he ain’t got that edd no more, sh+t, they invested it
you gon’ f+ck or what? ain’t with the messaging
shoutout me and ‘migos, i do business with my mexicans
[?], who deicdes war? this b+tch said, “the president”
if it’s any problems, we got several bl!cks to settle it
hit her on the table, i done f+cked her out her element
got more weapons than a veteran, throw me a medal, sh+t
in the field like a combine
they treat j like he a prince ’cause he got mob ties
whole gang full of burgers, i’ma call ’em five guys
he just made a ten, i’m guessin’ doggy want a high+five
whip a ufo, the b+tches think i’m livin’ sci+fi
reachin’ for my neck, i be done flamed doggy lifeline
got him wonderin’ why she go mia at nighttime?
never gave a f+ck about no rules or ’bout no guidelines
they must think he ghost writin’, bro got n+ggas buyin’ lines
cuddy scientific, he might k!ll an opp with cyanide
sneaker shoppin’, boy, it’s forty+three when i go buy a size
when i hit his b+tch, he played it off, i know he died inside
had to cut into her, suckin’ d+ck is why you got a mind
doggy tried to pull up throwin’ fits, ain’t know i got a 9
funny how i’m makin’ all this paper, i just gotta rhyme
i should drop a rollie just to tell your ho that i ain’t got the time
[outro]
b+tch, dog sh+t militia, you know what it is
whole lotta gang sh+t, b+tch
no cap, three chains on type sh+t
whole lot of money on me
bein’ broke a joke, ain’t a lot of funny on me type sh+t, you know that, though
gang, live from the lab
huh, b+tch

- stanwill lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS