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stoney willis - nu stogie lyrics

(feat. earl sweatshirt)

[intro: earl sweatshirt]
yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh
sh-t, you wanna hand me that f-cking lighter? (ight)
(no? whatever, yeah yeah yeah)
no? (alright)

[verse 1: earl sweatshirt]
uh, i am the shooter reloaded
who only move with the motive to k!ll it
music is coca, know that i roast it and flip it
it’s nothing, sniffling hoes
custom to d-ck in they throat
i bust on the tip of they noses (ya need a napkin or something?)
just use this stack of this money (okay)
i only laugh cause it’s funny (uh huh)
whipping -ss and rapping laxative, tummy sh-t
and i need that wall plastered with them plaques and that cash in abundance
catch me on fax with a couple cancer sticks
hit me for cold and p-ssion
ain’t loving hoe, only khakis i’m cuffing
little man with no manners, b-tch i am actually dusty
action los angeles, them b-st-rds pack them pacquiao punches
pressed on your back for your bluffing
let’s take it back to the ruckus, b-tch

[hook: earl sweatshirt]
tell momma that her son on a mission
and i ain’t seen the motherf-cking sun in a minute
gunning with that trouble in that come with the quickness
say it’s one for the money, n-gg-
run for your riches, n-gg-
tell my momma that her son get it, get it
i’mma crunch n-gg-s, getting money
blunts in the civic, without f-ck how you feeling n-gg-
(f-ck n-gg-, f-ck how you feeling n-gg-)
n-gg-, ain’t give a f-ck how you feeling, n-gg-
f-ck with a n-gg-, n-gg-

[verse 2: earl sweatshirt]
i am the soulless who coldest creaks in the winter
splint it deep and itching for b-tches’ dentals to denim
then puffing loud and come in fallon
believe that tech is offensive
you need a vest when you snitching
in adidas sweat, i’mma k!ll ’em all (all)
that p-ssy wet, raining cats and doggies up out of her
i reach into the register, take the paper up out of it
hate the fake and the talkative
shake and bake, i’m the opposite
frosted flakes and a pot of grits
percolating that breakfast
i’m dropping cake on a necklace
spitting like a n-gg- just took a p-ss in my beverage
that swisher sit on the dresser, split
fingers twisting, decking and standing sh-t where the peasants sit
mouse with the weapons
they come to f-ck off your cheddar, b-tch

[hook: earl sweatshirt]
tell momma that her son on a mission
and i ain’t seen the motherf-cking sun in a minute
gunning with that trouble in that come with the quickness
say it’s one for the money, n-gg-
run for your riches, n-gg-
tell my momma that her son get it, get it
i’mma crunch n-gg-s, getting money
blunts in the civic, without f-ck how you feeling n-gg- (n-gg-)
n-gg-, ain’t give a f-ck how you feeling, n-gg-
f-ck with a n-gg-, n-gg-

[outro: stoney willis]
don’t be so much confusion
does you feel me?
it can hold you back
yeah, i can’t f-ck with you
i’m just tryna get this money (tryna get this money)
n-gg-s talking about some bullsh-t
uh
what’d i say? get away from me [?]
i don’t need that no more
it’s money
the more you know
i can’t f-ck with you n-gg-s, n-gg-
it’s money (it’s money, it’s money)

- stoney willis lyrics

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