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letra de loose screw - stanwill

[intro]
([?] on the beat)
sh-t, f-ck
([?])
yeah, hm

[verse]
he was a loose screw ’til the hammer hit him
black sticks, coffee tint, i got scammer vision
we got big money, b-tch, not no standard chicken
if i pull up on her in a ‘cat, bet i slam her in it
amiris with the snake print patch, i pay more for these
catch you with your babies, f-ck around and abort the team
see my bank statement, bet she have intercourse with me
online surfin’ with a punch, so of course it’s free
knuckle up the quickest way to get them lazers aimed
bro like a sergеant, drillin’ sh-t like he major payne
samе b-tch i hit for free know you paid her, gang
all that spicy talk, bop stick make his flavor change
outer sp-ce type sh-t, b-tch, i’m more than up
double coffee cup galore, gang pourin’ mortons up
big b22s on, put them jordans up
you don’t see me in the booth, i’m probably in a gorgeous sl-t
bro slidin’ ’round with that stick, need a caution cone
late night lookin’ for an opp, he can off it on
f-ck writin’ raps, everything i say off the dome
b-tch, if you ain’t blowin’ dingaling then you walkin’ home
b-tch, i got my n-ggas’ backs, i’m a chiropractor
super track pack in sport mode, you ain’t drivin’ fast
unk poured more lines in his cup then a bible chapter
if he knuckle up, i swear to god this his final chapter
bro need new tires on his whip how he spinned the ‘kitty
got the head, said i was gon’ f-ck, but i spinned the kitty
unk a juice demon in this b-tch, pourin’ tris with remy
told her she could have a black belt, couldn’t kick it with me
you can catch your baby in the hood like a carburetor
whole gang in this b-tch high as h-ll, sparkin’ [?]
hopped out the coupe drunk as h-ll, i’ma park it later
never really liked the purple jeans, i’ma rta her
in the coupe, doin’ figure eights ’til i get motion sickness
turned the trap into a chemist lab, unkie potion mixin’
don’t know how to f-ck, these n-ggas broke, you supposed to fix it
nose runny as the f-ck, i’m always with the coldest b-tches
sh-t, f-ck, d-mn, pape’ make the ksubi jeans sag
sh-t, f-ck, d-mn, get more booty than a bean bag
sh-t, f-ck, d-mn, b-tch bougie with her mean ass
sh-t, f-ck, d-mn, did the louis x supreme ‘lab
sh-t, f-ck, d-mn, haha
yeah
i got pape’, i got b-tches, n-ggas wanna hate now
used to do the ramen noodles, hundred dollar steak now
b-tches used to mean mug, i get sloppy face now
i got seven .6s in this b-tch, ‘ll shoot like ai
you the type of n-gga rap about some sh-t you ain’t got
b-tch, i’m mr. get the neck and mr. make her say ah
[outro]
haha, yeah, sh-ttyboyz dogsh-t militia, that’s on every song
b-tch

- stanwill

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