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letra de chicken biscuit - stanwill

[verse]
for the times i ain’t score, i’ma break the rim
saks fifth now for the drip, f-ck h&m
million dollar mindset, boy i’m chasing m’s
opps catching l after l, they must hate to win
sb, gang, gang, i ain’t change sides
wave runners on, i don’t wave ride
bro throw him up like a gang sign
in yo b-tch guts, boy that’s probably why you hate mine
plus sign, plus sign, that’s the ksubi drip
pour some ach in the pop on some movie sh-t
bro getting live with the titties on some boosie sh-t
we eat a opp with the chop on some sushi sh-t
super head on her, call the b-tch powerpuff
feel like tony stark, whole team powered up
knock neiman’s out, hit it with a power punch
on the twenty day grind, made two in hour one
boy you would probably fold like a 3ds
my n-gga [?] in the back yelling ggs
memorized the road, i don’t need a gps
hopped out the bed and ran it up, i don’t need to stretch
you could be neymar, we could not kick it
send him up, he ain’t coming down, this is not physics
it could be christmas, boy you not gifted
called the chop “elevator”, it’ll get a opp lifted
shirt got a dog on it, i don’t hoop for minnesota
only thing that my dawgs know is to [?]
black on the jeans and the shoes, could’ve been a [?]
yes, yes we the dream team, all my n-ggas goated
crab legs or hibachi, f-ck a mcdouble
i can talk sh-t now ’cause i been humble
if near gang, catch a opp, then it’s big trouble
i ain’t never been lil’ bro, b-tch i’m big uncle
no cap, boy i feel like the chosen one
if my mans down, i’ll pick him up, he don’t owe me one
blue beam on a stick, b-tch i’m obi-wan
b-tch said, “stan you the goat”, she must know me, huh
opps say they up, h-ll must’ve froze over
feel like jaiswan, i been giving hoes the cold shoulder
put the d on your b-tch, run a zone on her
and my n-gga tron hitting hoes off the comb over
off-white this and that, got a strange addiction
fake id, doing fraud, i’m david nixon
something like a fist string, i don’t play with n-ggas
left his whip holy, boy sick that he came with christian
scamwill, juug god, i’m a scam bandit
feel like houdini with the hams, making bands vanish
tryna check me? boy check your d-mn balance
tell me why the f-ck i would beef with a ham sandwich
i’ll knock a hunnid out his health bar
all my dawg know is to block, he a left guard
put up stats in this joggy, i’m a techstar
wanted me to lose but i won, that’s the best part

- stanwill

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