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stanwill - youtube beat (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
ha+ha, yeah (reuel, stop playing with these n+ggas)
what up, reuel?
we ain’t playing with these n+ggas
ha+ha, yeah, b+tch, okay
huh

[verse]
it’s a hunnid b+tches in this room but i’m thinking ’bout some pape’
yo b+tch tryna throw that cap but i keep pointing at her face
she want a selfie with the guns, this b+tch keep pointing at the drac’
i keep a rocket for the opps, b+tch, i’ll throw ’em into sp+ce
okay, this n+gga know i hit his b+tch so i liked his pic
catch a opp, shoot his face, on some license sh+t
oh my god, babytron got the whitest stick
gang like to blitz, we on yo ass, catch you hiking sh+t
double g drawers on, i got gucci d+ck
she ain’t naked when she step in herе? we gon’ boot the b+tch
i be on thе block with that 9. like i’m vucevic
whips and chains got yo baby looking like i’m kunta kinte
yeah, whips and chains, b+tch, i feel like kunta kinte
she gon’ throw a lil’ head ’cause the rollie got the big face
i got b+tches in my dms tryna find out how this d+ck taste
all gas through this f+cker, i ain’t never had to hit brakes
like never though, ha+ha, yeah
my life a movie, b+tches tryna get behind the scenes, huh
ain’t never see me with my hand out, i ain’t never need one
won’t ever catch me without banger, b+tch, you know i keep one
you know brodie got the mop, it’s funny he’ll sweep something
three hoes, one me, they blew me like a three+one
sixty hanging out the chop, this b+tch look like a tree trunk
i might break my neck looking down at n+ggas ’cause my team up
yeah, team up and we stuck, we ain’t coming down
life a relay, tote the stick when i run around
funny how we hopping out the sprinter just to run ’em down
who ever gassed ’em up the reason that we had to gun ’em down
ha+ha, spot a opp, oh shucks
hitting hoes in this bnb, you know they all f+cked
if she ain’t cheating on you, boy, i only got my b+lls sucked
i been scoring for a minute, i can’t give the ball up
her black+ass keep tryna throw the cat but this ain’t wakanda
pulled up thinking i’m a l!ck? his corpse on display in swanson
my b+tch head fire but yo b+tch got my favorite tonsils
fit wet as h+ll, i think this b+tch should’ve came with goggles
whole closet wet as h+ll, i’m swimming in my wardrobe
they ain’t sucking d+ck in thirty minutes? call some more hoes
firearm on me, i’ll get my human torch on
habibi greet me every time, he call me “mister four phones”
she wanna marry me? this b+tch couldn’t even get a onion ring
amiri hot pockets, got ’em stuffed with a bunch of cheese
thinking he gon’ score? got him looking at a hundred beams
why the f+ck the n+ggas talking down always under me?
good question, i don’t even know
unky off a deuce of wockiana, i don’t even pour
dee keep tryna pass the turtle pie but i don’t even smoke
he keep rapping ’bout them bl!ckies knowing he don’t even tote
lil’ gang just dropped, f+ck
lil’ gang just dropped a presidential, he don’t even vote
i be on, i don’t even know
if she had to pick, i guarantee she f+cking me, for sure
[outro]
ha+ha, yeah
sh+ttyboyz, dog sh+t militia, that’s on every song, b+tch

- stanwill lyrics

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