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stanwill - no lol lyrics

[intro]
dog sh+t militia, man

[verse]
i ain’t hit your ho, i got the neckskis (neckskis)
slide around with stick, they think i’m gretzky
she like, “why that movements look like pepsi?”
how i stay around some blues, thought benji was my bestie
i ain’t lol’ing ’round this b+tch, but i’ll up xd
everything on me lit up, baby, i ain’t sheff g
known to give a ho a facial, i could be an esty
used to be some boys in the hood, now we rockin’ ricky
you shinin’ in and out your sh+t, boy, i be signin’ titties (b+tch)
everybody on my roster quick to drop a fifty
my shooters gon’ put that hammer to your head, they catch you ridin’ fishy
bro just touched a thirty of the newest jugg
i’m tryna spill a lil’ red ridin’ through the hood
thе judge askin’ ’bout my day, i said i’m doin’ good (i’m fine)
your ho know i’m lit, so she donе blew my wood
slam a n+gga b+tch like i’m big show (b+tch)
cup dirty, but what’s in it look like dish soap
still’ll pull up late, it’s thirty on my wrist, though (b+tch)
dsm’ll turn the function to a sh+t show
i’m with lando, i bet your b+tch know
this a five+seater whip, but i’m with six hoes
i be stompin’ on the business, i don’t tiptoe
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout what they talkin’ ’cause i’m rich, ho (b+tch)
bro’ll pull up shootin’, he the mvp
i know my b+tch gon’ clock it if it’s any t
how the f+ck my pockets fat if i’m in skinny jeans?
could have no legs, i still’ll run it up by any means
your phone ain’t never bangin’, you need better fiends
i’m quick to swiss a n+gga ’bout that cheddar cheese
i told her, “eat this d, you want them letter c’s”
i’m with a b+tch that you could never hit, somewhere you never be
all this f+ckin’ chicken that i touched, i need some lemon pepper
skrrt off on them piggies every time i see that interceptor
i get heavy paper, boy, your money lighter than a feather
when i hit the strip, it’s rainin’ bullets, i predict the weather
only b+tches that i like is models, boy, you hit whatever
shoppin’ with my ho like it don’t matter, baby, get whatever
we got fire work, the zombies linin’ to get a tester
pockets fat as rickie ross, you know i’m gon’ be rich forever
huh, the whole gang rich, no lol
these hoes ain’t sh+t, no lol, huh
the bros bang bl!cks, no lol
my fours ain’t lit, no lol
no lol, it ain’t sh+t to laugh about (it ain’t)
no lol, it ain’t sh+t to cap about (it ain’t)
no lol how them hitters at your house
no lol, i got some sh+t to rap about
[outro]
dog sh+t militia, man, this sh+t ain’t no movement, it’s a takeover, no cap
like no lol, for real
gang

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