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letra de potty trained - stanwill

[intro]
ha-ha
ha-ha-ha (michigan meech)
duh
shut up
hmm

[verse]
pockets sh-tty, pendants p-ssy, they think i ain’t potty trained
pop the p-ssy, perping like it’s smoke then turned them zotti strain
mike amiri pockets fat as f-ck, they might get body shamed
b-tch, i play with pieces, i’m in-store using somebody name
them ain’t the tires, i done made yo b-tch screech in the demon
might be a desert but i’m still looking sleeves out in phoenix
drop out but when it come to game, i can teach, i’m a g*nius
worried ’bout my health, pockets obese and my pieces anemic
future bright as f-ck, might blind a ho, i up a crystal ball
all that f-cking plan, bet militia put that sh-t on pause
doggy got the wackest jumper, sent some shots and brick them all
funny if i call my pits, i bet you don’t get hit with paws
i call doggy “skip” ’cause i’m the reason he see bae less
ripped off my amiris, i might give yo b-tch a taste test
i’m the type to beat the odds every time they place bets
brody strapped, he quick to pop a p-ssy, boy, that’s safe s-x
could pull a rabbit out my hat, b-tch, i be working magic
i might pull up, give him fifty like i’m curtis jackson
this b-tch want my all but she ain’t worth a fraction
we be shooting sh-t like michael bay, b-tch, we prefer the action
i be going through sh-t, i can’t go around
mike amiri, marni got yo ho aroused
say it’s up with us, you know it’s on the ground
i ain’t fighting, with yo b-tch the only time i’m going rounds
sitting back thinking ’bout my life, this b-tch beautiful
must be dumb thinking i’m gon’ fight, b-tch, i’m shooting you
you ain’t sucking d-ck? you ain’t my type, b-tch, it’s toodeloo
members only, b-tch, my circle tight like a hula hoop
bro gon’ catch a opp and hit his bucket, we ain’t shooting hoops
d-gg-ng out the ‘vette, they think i’m racing, how i do the coupe
i thought he was plugged in with the source, he must’ve blew a fuse
if i take off in this ufo, i’m going to the moon
f-ck a tour, i’m giffy tripping, took a sprinter coast to coast
tortoise and the hare, remember when they said my motion slow
all this f-cking water on my neck, i might just soak a ho
rich as f-ck, we tapping double cups, done made a toast to pros
we got all this bread around, i think my baby’s loafing though
when militia winning, they gon’ act like they don’t know the score
i done made the wave around this b-tch, i see ’em rowing boats
destined for greatness, i really feel like i was ‘posed to blow
[outro]
b-tch, dog $hit militia

- stanwill

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