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letra de stylist - babystaydown

[intro]
(roll another one, josh)

[chorus]
i know you ain’t f-ck my brother, b-tch, why you lyin’? yeah (yeah)
way that a young n-gga put this sh-t on, they said i’m stylin’, yeah (yeah)
got two different pills in the l.a. drank, i feel like i’m flyin’, yeah (yeah)
i feel like i’m flyin’, yeah (yeah), i feel like i’m dyin’, yeah (yeah)
pour a eight of that qua’ and a four of that drop, too much drank, yeah (yeah)
too much drank, yeah (yeah), f-ck what they think, yeah (yeah)
designer clothes, my money won’t fold, i’m chief saint, yeah, yeah
f-ckin’ a ho, she ask for me, i tell the ho, “saint”, yeah, yeah

[verse]
pull up with a drac’, we gon’ air that b-tch out, a wholе lotta bang sh-t, yeah
i want the gle 600, big body, lane switch, yеah
f-ck who you came with (yeah), online, b-tch, f-ck what you sayin’
i’m poppin’ my sh-t on the b-tch, call me majel
i touched a lil’ bit of money, no actin’ funny, i still ain’t changin’
i wanna f-ck on a white ho, snow bunny named katy
these n-ggas stealin’ my cadence, these n-ggas stealin’ my swag, man
ho, she pull on my ice, cut off that b-tch ’cause i already smacked that
i told her ass fat, yeah, like my racks, blunt, gas, pass that
hi, i got your b-tch in the back, i tote on a whole lot of straps
ran up them racks so i gotta adapt
she tryna show me that p-ssy on snap’
i got the shooters with me right now, n-gga play brazy—clap (glrr, glrr, glrr)
high as a f-ck off the drank, take a nap
i like how she watch her mouth, i—
i gotta swag spend it, i’m not worried ’bout the amount
soon as put my d-ck in she like, “ou-ou-ou-ou-ouch”
i won’t f-ck her messy, i be trippin’, gotta watch my mouth
i gotta watch what i say, ayy, i put a b-tch in her place, ayy
and saint lauren, okay, ayy, balenci’ belt on my waist, ayy
f-ck it, i pour a lil’ deuce, we sippin’ on drank like a motherf-ckin’ d’ussé
i ain’t tryna go to your d-mn page, pull up and give me your d-mn face
pop two addys, i feel like a savage, i can’t feel my f-ckin’ face
[chorus]
i know you ain’t f-ck my brother, b-tch, why you lyin’? yeah (yeah)
way that a young n-gga put this sh-t on, they said i’m stylin’, yeah (yeah)
got two different pills in the l.a. drank, i feel like i’m flyin’, yeah (yeah)
i feel like i’m flyin’, yeah (yeah), i feel like i’m dyin’, yeah (yeah)
pour a eight of that qua’ and a four of that drop, too much drank, yeah (yeah)
too much drank, yeah (yeah), f-ck what they think, yeah (yeah)
designer clothes, my money won’t fold, i’m chief saint, yeah, yeah
f-ckin’ a ho, she ask for me, i tell the ho, “saint”, yeah, yeah

- babystaydown

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