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letra de gladys knight - stanwill

[intro]
yeah, whew
alright
b-tch, me be-, yeah, alright
b-tch, me, yeah, hmm, hmm
b-tch, me being, like a, yeah (sh-ttyboyz)
huh, uh, yeah (sh-ttyboyz, sh-ttyboyz)

[verse]
b-tch, me being broke like a fish sinking
bro dropped detergent in the pop, he ain’t dish cleaning
could do adidas shorts, but i’m amiri ripped jeaning
feel like michael when i’m jack chasing, tell a b-tch, “beat it”
she ain’t gotta ask where i’m at, i’m where pape’ be
heard he want the smoke, so i let his b-tch face me
middle fingers out the trackhawk, let ’em chase me
you rich and me broke? that’s two things that can’t be
walk his ass down, leave him holier than matrimony
put them go-getters on his ass if the b-st-rd owe me
feel like dolly parton in this b-tch, got them racks up on me
can’t stop me from scoring, even if your ass a goalie
new season drip from revive, you can ask jake
i done seen more of your b-tch guts than an ashtray
left every single b-tch i had with the sad face
dude take care of all the opps, he ain’t blast drake
i like bad hoes, i like rich b-tches
i make fast pros, i got big chicken
f-nny pack on, it’s a stick in it
yeah, the mag’ long, glock clip extended
only thing my dogs know is bite, all my pigs vicious
gang hardheaded, start fighting, let the bl!ck finish
if she ain’t a ten, then i can’t even put my d-ck in it
only eat exquisite, i could never touch a mcchicken
bro ripped the rick shirt clean off a opp back
opposite day the only time that i’m not strapped
i can guarantee you one thing, this is not that
pop opps, pop bad hoes, and i pop tags
all i see is pape’, both eyeb-lls got bags
every last one of them a b-tch, think my opps’ drags
lil’ bro be scoring on the opps, he do not pass
you ain’t even got the juice for real, you a shot glass
saying you don’t care about that b-tch, but you mad inside
’til i touch a hundred thousand m’s, i ain’t satisfied
ain’t no makeup in my b-tch purse, only cash inside
bop with the yiddies, let it sing like it’s gladys knight
tron tee, got a vx in the back of mine
wipe your nose like a kleenex if you lacking, slime
i be singing to the iphones, jackson 5
sh-ttalking, rude lil’ f-ck, that’s my rapper side
you don’t see me with it ‘less my d-ck in her facehole
i ain’t slowing down through this b-tch like my brake’s broke
lil’ spanish tryna f-ck ’cause i got pesos
bro popped a forty-one, he feeling like he payroll
buffs white as f-ck, got the mayo face
pop his head up, leave a opp with the faygo face
green tips, 7.62s, this a rainbow drac’
gotta lead my n-ggas to success, i’ma pave the way
[outro]
ain’t no cap, you know, yeah, ayy, ayy
no cap, you know i’ma pave the way
yeah, b-tch, yeah

- stanwill

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