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letra de kelly olynyk - stanwill

[intro]
(depo made this b-tch)
n-gga, bro’ll shoot the whole—

[verse]
bro’ll shoot the whole scene, laced visuals
all i had to say to hit your b-tch was eight syllables
how she blow my clarinet, thought she had eight tentacles
why he talkin’ big money if his wage minimal?
send a n-gga home, but we ain’t princ-p-ls
competition with the dsm, it ain’t winnable
i might throw your ho in christian, but she ain’t biblical
when i run a check up, it ain’t clinical

[verse 2]
b-tch, i’ll rob a n-gga for his 9, what the h-lly?
i’m tryna slam dunk it, baby, i don’t jelly
her skin light, but the ass heavy
i bet she let me bone off the skelly
shootin’ like olenic, i just caught an opp on kelly
sh-t, it ain’t no tellin’ what your ho did at the tele
bet the glitchy turn a n-gga noodles to spaghetti
i’m so f-ckin’ locked in with the plug, they think we cellies
he can’t put no lulu on that but your n-gga petty
tryna get a slice, she got more cake than little debbie
i ain’t even vote, but i might go and drop the presi’
i might spend that bready for a lil’ heady
hmm, alright, alright
[verse 3]
lag switchy hit his system, he gon’ disconnect
catch him sailin’ on my wave and make him hit the deck
doin’ tricks to get the bone from me, your b-tch a pit
rockin’ foreign, need a passport when i’m gettin’ dressed
funny i’m the one with b-tton, but he gettin’ pressed
he had a lil’ heart until them b-tches hit his chest
tryna set the play on me, i bet i intercept
i might tell a ho i’m him, huh, in the flesh

[verse 4]
mike amiris with the bones, you could see my metatarsals
boy, i wouldn’t cuff that lil’ ho if i was head of marshals
tell a b-tch she got my whole heart, but that sh-t h-lla partial
vvss, you look at my wrist, you gon’ see h-lla sparkles
like b-tch, bling blaow
chinese v, got brodie in here yellin’ “ni hao”
i’ll pull up with that drake bell, this b-tch ring loud
boy, stop sayin’ you a pit, you can’t even growl
model b-tch keep tryna blow my whistle, i ain’t even foul
boy, the places i be blowin’ money you couldn’t browse
it ain’t nothin’ funny if you broke, you better not even smile
how i k!lled the p-ssy, b-tch tryna take me to trial

[outro]
dog sh-t militia
gang, b-tch
straight like that
i’m out this b-tch, man

- stanwill

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