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stanwill - yes yes lyrics

[intro]
whew, sh+t
sh+ttyboyz
haha, yeah

[verse]
h+llkitty kickin’ dust up, leave the cops in it
all my babies on that, we is not civil
.308 hit him, he won’t make it to no hospital
i do scams, unky like to watch the pot sizzle
slidin’ with a hundred, f+ck you think i’m finna drop kick him?
ridin’ in suburbans, b+tches lookin’ like barack with him
said it’s on the floor, that’s ironic ’cause the mops hit him
b+tch, it’s mike amiri or some ksubis when i rock denim
she know i’m a scammer, she gon’ f+ck me with exuberance
better not catch you muggin’, bro’ll ice you on some jeweler sh+t
latest season fashion, every month, i’m comin’ newеr sh+t
coffee cup a sewer but the pockеts on manure sh+t
sh+t, f+ck, yes, yes, ‘nother check cleared
sh+t, f+ck, triple+s make me step weird
sh+t, f+ck, remember thinkin’ “maybe next year”
ain’t no rex near, b+tch, we juggin’, we finesse [?]
tryna touch a motherf+ckin’ milli off a laser jet
i be ballin’ in la, like how i ain’t a laker yet?
my lil’ model b+tch from maui, she ain’t ate at capers yet
scam the city like i’m kwami, how i ain’t the mayor yet? (skrrt)
pull up in that what the f+ck thing
yop got a hundred, pull up on him, let the nuts hang
everybody keep a hit stick, you can’t rush gang
wouldn’t tuck a dress shirt, you think i’m finna tuck chain?
she gon’ f+ck ’cause i’m a rapper, maybe not, though
hundred rounder, leave his block with eighty potholes
ran it up in southwest with crazy vatos
a hundred sh+lls in his whip but we ain’t makin’ tacos
talkin’ smoke, that’s some sh+t that we don’t duck, silly
my miami b+tch ass fat, she gettin’ f+cked silly
it ain’t ’bout no pape’, then i don’t even give a f+ck, really
all i know is run it up, that’s the forest gump in me
walkin’ in the strip with fetty on me, finna flood this b+tch
she came out the store with giffies on her, finna hug this b+tch
this really ain’t the life i asked for but i love this sh+t
f+ck a witness, know a hitman’ll get the judge dismissed
lyin’ in your raps, where your cap and gown at?
better not try a thing, know it’s straps around, jack
thinkin’ that she loyal, she get passed around, slatt
we be poppin’ out with bl!ckies, this ain’t mortal kombat
[outro]
sh+ttyboyz, dog sh+t militia, that’s on every song
b+tch

- stanwill lyrics

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