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sts - illustrious lyrics

[verse 1: sts]
tough as woodp-ck-r lips
got a handle on the game like a rubber grip
driver license reads bad mother f-cker, b-tch
around the way i’m better known as the ill-strious
cooler than a cali night, underneath a philly sky
california chronic got me feeling like i’m really hot
they don’t really know what i be rolling i could really [lie?]
got the game down to a science n-gga bill nye
[?] make me feel fly new [??]
all a dream like juicy now the sh-t is in reach
white icing on the caddy red velvet on the seat
you may refer to me as sugar n-gga sh-t ain’t sweet
south side in my speech more specific to; ‘peach’
from the seeds i have sewn i continue to reach
the bitter visit of struggle admit it taught me to hustle
had to fit in where i fit in like a piece of the puzzle
n-ggas in trouble

[verse sts]
gladiator like russle, [aviator rent a duffle?]
brown leather [white t–ter?] jet setter in me
trend setter the beat
so compet-tively
show k!ll, dressed to k!ll like commander and chief
[peep?] i live on my feet, never die on my knees
so when the reaper come and get me, bury me in my 3’s
i be as busy as bees
my b-tches thicker than thieves
and they don’t speak much sounding like they right on my eaves
[??? sh-t]flaunt sh-t, everybody want sh-t, where the f-ck were n-ggas when i was grinding the gauntlet
only my -ssociates [???] and montl!ck
tippy in the studio with the booth haunted
want this, dead or alive
credit my guys’ all respect due
red in my eye part of the high
sh-t i want to kick it with [nice?]
[?] p?] replies
i just want you to listen to this [and better?]
and ride

[verse sts]
chasing hives like a cracker from the valley chasing tives
ain’t no feeling like that feeling when you take them by surprise
i arrived [just a ???] i fell from the friendly skies
taking shots at the [?] my n-ggas like friendly fire
sick desire [for playing with???] [heavy fire vinyl???]
shout outs go to my [?] and my suppliers
i admire the figures and the time it took to make this
don peiron and the weight in the b-tches faces
[aces?] shots of patron like i’m in my zone
like i’m at home atlanta
[?] and jessie tanner; bad santa
three hoes with my pardon my manners
them lovely ladies hanging on to me like a bandana
they told what is good for the goose is good for the gander
well b-tches in my [celly???] [?] [planner?]
wave to me, hey to me baby like a banner
[try?] [???] flashin’ cameras

- sts lyrics

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