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letra de full throttle - stanwill

[intro]
sb, dsm the motherf-cking gang
sh-ttyboyz, sh-ttyboyz
yeah

[verse]
new whip, push start
margiela, foot art
real life 201 scholar, i ain’t book smart
bag drag, push carts
that n-gga took ours
rocking out with heavy metal on us, not no guitars
i got hoes kaepernicking, why these n-ggas mad i’m sh-tting?
whip got a camera and sensor when i’m back up in it
you be up in average chicken, only like the baddest b-tches
glock 19 tucked, you know i got attachments with me
you capping with that hot-ass breath, you a dragon tail
unky throwing bricks and he punch, call him “shaq liddell”
thinking he a demon, baby chop throw his ass to h-ll
porch after porch after porch, b-tch, i’m grabbing [?]
i like garlic b-tter but my baby, she gon’ steak sauce it
opps’ll nevеr catch me by myself, i be with drac’ oftеn
i’m just tryna f-ck you like a sl-t, b-tch, i don’t date often
y’all be clocking in and taking orders, n-ggas ain’t bossing
big-ass hammer, i’ll turn this b-tch to asgard
all my hoes bougie, they like thick pape and fast cars
bro like lazlo, he’ll camp out in yo backyard
gotta know the whole world free when you crack cards
scam, punch, and cha cha slide, i don’t trap, buddy
dog sh-t militia, upping racks with my rap buddies
too much za floating, can’t see sh-t through the black buffies
me and tron tripping, flying up in first class comfy
buck twenty, when it come to visas, i’m a heavyweight
‘miris falling down ’cause the pockets stuffed with heavy pape
fresh to death, i’m rocking palm angels at the heaven gates
two pro maxes off a punch, b-tch, i’m kevin gates
b-tch, i’m star-lord in a ufo with stick by me
mcqueen, head wrapped, drac’ tucked, b-tch, i’m big akhi
we know that ain’t no real presidential, that’s a mitt romney
count blues while she top me ’cause it make her suck the d-ck sloppy
if you ain’t gang, you can’t speak to me
i know lil’ bro’ll ice him up like a jesus piece
trackhawks and 2020 ‘vettes, we like need for speed
big sh-tters on me through this b-tch, we the feces team
it’s to the bag if i pledge allegiance
every f-cking worker know my name when i step in neiman’s
i get every yeezy when it drop, b-tch, i step adidas
balenciaga [?] in high school, used to step arenas
either up or you down, boy, this life sh-t a seesaw
seven hundred horses in the whip, b-tch, yee-haw
how the f-ck i got my shirt on but it read “off”?
i ain’t go to culinary school but i keep sauce
make her blow d-ck, f-ck you think? i’m holding hands with hoes?
full throttle, all you n-ggas’ necks, what i’m standing on
lil’ bro be posted in the cut, he need a bandage on
we’ll paint yo whole spot up, michelangelo
[outro]
ha-ha, yeah, dummy

- stanwill

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