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stat quo - like dat lyrics

uhhh this dude is very hard to understand especially on this song. i had no problem on his verse on em’s alb-m but d-mn this dude mumbles. anyway this is what i got

[intro]
yeah haha
sounded like somethin’ ya know what i’m talkin’ about
hey hey hey i come in that–
yeah

[chorus- stat quo]
i love when you do it like that girl
you ain’t gotta use your hands to make it clap girl
the way you move i just don’t know how to act girl
you’re lookin’ good i’m tryna beat out ya back girl

[verse 1- stat quo]
its like this and like that and like this an a
hit a spot then leave you wit ya b-tch an a
white tee, two glocks, no bandanna
this ain’t what you used to its statlanta
i? so ran low, slide down the strip slow
everywhere ya folk go they yellin out stat quo
right up the strip that the street n-gg-s fiend for
the a bambino, gmn nino never been faded
you hate it i made it the hoods the ladies
your rims i dated so get some new ones
my dues i payed it i’m rated number one b-tch
all throughout the world girls lovin’ my sh-t
baby slow down i know you lovin’ that d-ck
but stat’s a bachelor can’t be with one chick
yeah you gettin bread but you ain’t stackin’ like this
i go to the bank they know me by my first name b–tch

[chorus x2- stat quo]
i love when you do it like that girl
you ain’t gotta use your hands to make it clap girl
the way you move i just don’t know how to act girl
you’re lookin’ good i’m tryna beat out ya back girl

[bridge]
yeah break it down go on now do it now break it down
go on now do it now break it down go on now break it down
go on now

[verse 2- stat quo]
you bout to bare witness to the sickest muf-cka there is
lotta dough up in the hoe baby thats how i live
f-ck a mill, time is rough i needs a billion
them militants go off to meet me in the buildin’
i spit for the had not crooks and chillins
won’t quit till my cash flows through the ceilin’
your cars get bored of me your boy is dealin’
money on my mind i got no time for chillin’
i be at where the gees at big bread not a head
stat need that pistol on my lap case you wanna chat
blast ya off the map but it bam bam
i’m born is on three lil homeboy be to mean
on this sh-t and ya’ll agree full grown fo fo 5 armed wit me
while you waitin’ out front we gettin’ in for free

[chorus x4- stat quo]
i love when you do it like that girl
you ain’t gotta use your hands to make it clap girl
the way you move i just don’t know how to act girl
you’re lookin’ good i’m tryna beat out ya back girl

[bridge]
yeah break it down go on now do it now break it down
go on now do it now break it down go on now break it down
go on now

by lekin

- stat quo lyrics

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