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letra de motion sick - stanwill

[intro: stanwill]
yeah

[verse 1: stanwill & babytron]
spin the ‘cat ’til i’m motion sick
tin man in this chrome heart, i’m emotionless
i ain’t steppin’ out the crib ‘less the pole equipped
can’t believe she shot a shot, i’m finna ho this b-tch

[verse 2: stanwill]
how your baby poppin’ out the cut, it’s like i’m c-section
on my back an x, but my sneaks, they got three s’s
how you in that water, but was never in the deep section?
takin’ over, 2022, b-tch, we gon’ keep pressin’

[verse 3: babytron]
poppin’ out with big chicken, fogh-rn legh-rn
mr. back it up, b-tch, i talk more, spend more
unky droppin’ fiends off that— tuh, he the fent’ lord
why you playin’ checkers? b-tch, we movin’ on thе chessboard

[verse 4: stanwill]
road runnin’, live a tour life, feel likе uzi
pink runtz in the ‘wood, one puff, brodie woozy
treat your baby like i’m brian, nickname your b-tch stewie
b-tches tryna get behind the scenes ’cause my life a movie
[verse 5: babytron]
flyer than an asteroid, i’m up here with the moon
haha, no, for real, i’m high as h-ll, dude
woke up with that one itch, i gotta get some blues
haha, can’t relate, your plans fell through

[verse 6: stanwill]
drivin’ crazy off the 42, i might crash the ‘vette
twenty-ball on me in the mall just to cash the tags
whole gang swingin’ sticks, think our ass the mets
bet you dj khaled, fatass, know our ass the best
bought an acog for the yop just to peep through it
i be sh-t-talkin’, but the pape’ what i speak fluent
up a broomstick, hit his block, we gon’ sweep through it
max ammo in a hundred-rounder, we gon’ keep shootin’

[verse 7: babytron]
you ain’t got no hustle, you a bonafide bum
play with us, he gon’ take some shots like he type 1
dance in the dark, but the light make the ice jump
he ain’t got no bl!ck, have my robbers treat him like lunch
201, 101, i’m finna slide and punch
hundred-rounder, fifty-drummer, finna light ’em up
stone island windbreaker on, i’m just climbin’ up
this a big blue strip party, you won’t find a dub
[verse 8: stanwill]
all this cheese, all this sauce, it’s a pizza party
thirty .308’s in this b-tch, bet they eat the target
if sh-ttyboyz ain’t sh-ttin’, you must be r-t-rded
pull up in a f-ckin’ sp-ceship, i must be a martian

[verse 9: babytron]
slidin’ down, leave your block with some tumbleweeds
big bopstick with the beam and the double d’s
ridin’ ’round in that one whip with the bumblebee
every song you make weak, shouldn’t touch a beat

[verse 10: stanwill]
i’ll sn-tch off the buffs off his face, he a weakling now
tron blowin’ gas in this b-tch, got the ling-ling eyes
if we the sh-ttyboyz, y’all the pee-pee guys
new bin smackin’, ran it up off [?]

[verse 11: babytron]
moose knuckle with the fur thirteen hundred
ninety-nine overall, i’ll give your team buckets
just dropped a dub on the ice, finna leave hutch’s
sick the money counter broke, sh-t, i’ma keep thumbin’

- stanwill

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