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letra de mad max - stanwill

[verse 1: stanwill]
glock tucked in the tec, yes i play foul
hopped out the bed, hit the road, b-tch i’m pay bound
banana clips, monkey nuts, boy it’s apes ’round
bro done threw the titties in the chop, shout-out jwoww
yeah i’m on scorch mode off of six digits
ain’t thinking ’bout what’s her name, that sh-t been ended
all the hoes in my past, yeah they big finished
gang being broke? sound something like a big midget
right, it don’t make sense
n-ggas know where i stay and won’t shake sh-t
boy you couldn’t be me if you could shapeshift
d-mn monkey see, monkey do in my bape drip
throw his heart on, now he’s tryna ride waves
doing fraud ot, you know [?]
.9 tucked in my skinnies, i’m beyond fade
if it’s static, i’ll let it sing like beyoncé
feel like steve-o up in apple, i’m a jackass
you should throw a hat on your b-tt with your cap ass
warrior up on the road, feeling like i’m mad max
out the way, counting pape, probably where the bag at
put a sh-ll in his back, he a turtle now
two straps off [?] feel like urkel now
brought a moon mist to the trap but it’s purple now
sh-ttyboyz, sh-ttyboyz, we the ones you heard about
[verse 2: almightysuspect]
huh, how you wanna do it?
two hands, one hand, how i wanna shoot it?
two pills in this b-tch, now i’m feeling booted
and i just found a n-gga b-tch, now i’m finna lose it
me and stan, we on melrose
b-tch the day we ain’t fly, n-gga, h-ll froze
hit the plug for the pack, he mail those
.45 way too big, put my belt on
huh, i don’t know names
whole gang full of joints, i don’t know lames
i ain’t gamecube, b-tch i play no games
big body bands, lil’ b-tch, i’m in both lanes
call stan, he the scam man
i’ll sing with the chop like i’m xanman
b-tch i’m up, now my name hunnid band man
i’ll hit him with a hunnid shots, he the lead man
la to the d, b-tch
outside, you ain’t never in the streets, b-tch
throw my lil’ n-ggas’ backs, i’m like keep this
i’ll lose a b-tch [?] man i can’t keep sh-t
huh, i’ll never cap
b-tch act for some dough, i said never that
you just keep getting robbed, you ain’t never strapped
b-tch, and your songs, they was weak, you should never rap
[verse 3: stanwill]
bro the thrust man got the buffies off the road
hopped in that bag, made a duffy off the road
jason voorhees how i’m cutting into hoes
bin too heat, boy it’s busting in the store
[?] on the denim, we all in ksubi’s
lil’ bro shooting off the perc like it’s call of duty
it’ll be a cold day in h-ll, we all [?]
up chopsticks on the opps, turn them all to sushi

- stanwill

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