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stanwill - where the stu at ? lyrics

[intro: stanwill]
b+tch
while i run it up, bro gon’ walk you down
huh (jose the plug)
huh, yeah

[verse: stanwill & babytron]
neck cost a car, wrist cost a house
kicks cost your rent, use these hoes to kick your lil’ b+tch out
pop cost your stash, you better not even pour a little bit out
pay a ho to do my laundry, that’s just how i’m livin’ now
blew four thousand on this ‘fit, boy, let me spin around
five thousand just to pull up on the plug and get a pound
six thousand, they finna ship ’em out
quarterback the play, told brodie get in route
chilly in these streets, it’s marni sweater weather
can’t take nothing less, we beefing, we want you dead or better
b+tch, i play with heavy cheese and you got feather cheddar
funny, he don’t never leave the crib, boy, is your stepper tethered?
dawg a rape ducker
i can’t blame him, though, i’m ridin’, slidin’ with some head busters
and a couple baddies
thanks to these setup hoes, we got a couple addies
time to spin the drop, time to spin the block, they still hidin’
couple years ago i got these pendants and they still shinin’
and i upped the collection
he was stuck actin’ tough, now he just stuck up in heaven
if you see me out, was probably with more baddies than natalie
if i catch my favorite opp, you know i’m happily slappin’ him
tried to pull up in that striker, now a scatty a tragedy
multiplied our bl!cks, we find out where he at, we subtractin’ him
woke up with your b+tch, boy, she got the boot fast
only thing my b+tch missin’ is a new ass
dropped out of college, you know, so like
like, first on delta the only time i ever do class
think the amg done grew some wings the way i flew past
catch a opp and pop his ass quick the way i do tags
told my ho to get in time+out ’cause you know you bad
out on ocean drive, i’m lookin’ up like, where my roof at?
punched him with the bl!cky, got him askin’ where his tooth at
f+ckin’ on his b+tch, i got him askin’ where his boo at
she done blew my fuse, got me askin’ where my shoes at
sh+t, i heard that i don’t shoot, it got me askin’ where the hoop at
i just bark to the militia, i ain’t askin’ where the troops at
ot with some sh+t to say, it got me askin’ where the stu’ at
where the booth at? where the truth at?
all he does is hat, cap, and jeff, where’s the proof at?
quarter of the zottarooni got me where the moon at
[outro: babytron]
quarter of the zottarooni got me where the moon at

- stanwill lyrics

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