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stef ta def - quiet storm freestyle by stef ta def lyrics

[verse 1: stef ta def]

these b-tches want stuffin
love em’ they wanna buff em
straight thuggin no cuffin
hold heat like a oven mit
hoes lovin’ it
any product i can kick flip it
pop shove it i does this
your man wish he was this
you ain’t sick i’m spitting phenomena
have your b-tch open like a crack heads corneias
we used to ride elevators and play corners
then we slated b-tches and played on the corners
my niggas gettin rich i’m fighting the urge to cook up
light blew out i’m in the dark doing push ups
niggas’ talk shit but really be shook up
i’m moving like a maverick
but stay in touch with some savages
might let you slide but world ain’t having it
far from your average
i stay on top of my game like an asterisk
ask your b-tch
don’t be mad and shit
take notes she take strokes
stef cooler than cool stef ice cold
and i ain’t write the script but i stick to the code
legal businesses but most of my niggas sling c-ke
when grindhard in the building all these b-tches find poles
when y’all meet women they got morals
before i pull up they watch deep throating tutorials
lick it up and enjoy every delicious morsal
d-mn shorty you thoughtful
for me? you betta had!
get money lil nigga don’t get mad
dis is real life bozo i don’t just brag
i got real punchlines
but these lil jabs
get ya swag back daddy where your focus at?
y’all fielding on the gram i’m really poking that
move sloppy i’ll put you in the yoke for that
can’t just jump in the game you need a coach for that
it’s cold in these streets niggas need a coat for that
these lil’ niggas think they gotta sell c-ke to rap
and blow cash
niggas throw jabs get em toe tagged
niggas throwing shots and i don’t be carin’
i just turn the other cheek and niggas start disappearing
i was super superstitious
and really god fearing
till my pops got popped
and i wonder if gods carin’
i’m like heavenly felonies on these melodies
niggas wanna mock and dis
until i knock his b-tch
the watch is swiss
miss officer wanna stop and frisk
y’all could save getting saved for a floppy disk
usually niggas frontin and they ain’t saying much
cuz they cuffin b-tches i wouldn’t let smell my nuts!

- stef ta def lyrics

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