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letra de bubble guts - stanwill

[verse 1: stanwill]
looking at myself like d-mn, i’m ugly than a b-tch
thinking to myself like i might be ugly but i’m rich
i just spent a thousand on some shoes, on some f-ck it sh-t
all i know is jam and slide, wouldn’t touch a brick
b-tch talk a lot like d-mn, can you suck my d-ck?
boujee than a motherf-cker, boy, you couldn’t touch my b-tch
would never throw a fist, how ironic that i punched a bl!ck
sh-ttyboyz sh-tting, how ironic that i’m up some sh-t

[verse 2: d. deshaun]
aye, i walk past all the pretty hoes, wanna blow a kiss
tell me how you ‘posed to make a bag, you won’t take a risk
[?] ground breaker, hit maker, i can never miss
crossed another goal off the list, smoking out the zip
now who told these lil’ n-ggas they could f-ck with us?
with the sh-ttyboyz, sh-ttyboy got the bubble guts
i’m hopping in and out thesе hoes’ hearts like it’s doublе dutch
tongue out like i’m mj, scoring in a clutch
it take time, wanna run it up? you ain’t got to rush
it can get depressing if these n-ggas think ’bout pressing us
i heard the opps running out of money, running out of luck
i wake up early, getting to the bucks, time to run it up

[verse 3: stanwill]
keep some charmin on me everywhere i go, i’m f-cking sh-tting
think i need a heavyweight belt, b-tch, i punch like [?]
he brought some knuckles to a gun fight, that’s a dumb decision
i think the opps some vegetarians ’cause they don’t touch no chicken
bl!cky on me, giffies on me, i’m in la, tripping
might be skinny but i flex like i’m in la fitness
n-ggas all bark with no bite, i can tell they b-tches
chilling in a room full of models, i can they tempted
[verse 4: d. deshaun]
now how you gon’ see me and you ain’t got the vision?
i wake up and replenish in the kitchen, something like a chemist
n-ggas cannot hang with the gang, out here acting timid
we up in saks fifth, spending chips on designer denim
i tried to put yo mans on some bins, it just wasn’t in him
he tried to walk a mile in my forces but they couldn’t fit him
i’m tip-toeing on this beat, lighter than a feather
yo b-tch wanna roll with the clique but you wouldn’t let her

[verse 5: stanwill]
aye, i can trip and fall on my ass, still run it up
you know all my dawgs got a mag, still knuckle up
guess i gotta ball with a mask, f-ck corona, huh
you can catch me all in my bag, play with luggage, huh
aye, i could probably skydive and wouldn’t fall off
we’ll blow him sky high, he acting all tough
aye, gave d. deshaun a high five, we f-cked ’em all up
aye, showed this lil’ b-tch a light five and got my b-lls sucked
shippy after shippy after shippy, shout-out amazon
granny after granny after granny, it’s a scamathon
they think it’s zac efron and corbin bleu but it’s just stan and tron
i just punched the yeezys off the site, i don’t stand in line

- stanwill

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