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letra de real spill - stanwill

[intro]
aye, huh, huh, huh
h-lluva made this beat, baby
huh

[verse]
got a mag, four nicky, and a drac’, feel like young money
turn a bl!cky to a fifty shot, that’s the drum, dummy
lil’ b-tch a demon, told her, “suck it till i cum, honey”
i could flash fifty on the ‘gram if i come money
i do not beat opps, that’s what h-lly do
slam dunking hoes, i can’t show you what the jelly do
you can’t get the ups, i’m like fifty steps ahead of you
i’ll let it bloom and do yo baby ghetto, boy, i’m telling you
made the opp run with his stick, he a relay racer
zipped up in that fake sh-t, you a ebay [?]
gta stick give a dreadhead the cj [?]
surf with a little turf in it when i eat at capers
thinking that hе lit? f-ck around, knock his lights out
thinking i’m the sh-t? nah, b-tch, that’s my life now
impatient, f-ck around, i want еverything right now
treat a opp like chinese food, take him right out
lil’ b-tch saying that i’m rude ’cause i talk sl!ck
no habla inglés, only talk sh-t
spent a little something on my shoes, now i walk rich
thinking that he rich? dawg sh-t ain’t even dog sh-t
like the n-gga only got 5k
all that motherf-cking d-ck sucking? boy, the opps g-y
everything i did on this computer, i cannot say
play with dog sh-t, b-tch, i’m up like the crime rate
aye, lil’ b-tch said i ain’t sh-t, why you f-ck with me?
but i’m the sh-t and my sh-ttyboyz up with me
entrée exquisite, you can’t even do lunch with me
living like i’m rocky balboa, you can’t punch with me
put a bag on his head, he the ugly duck
came to the stu’ from jay ale’s, got my tummy stuffed
if it’s beef and he come with you, get yo buddy touched
pop dawg in his chicken nugget, he running [?]
like bro done turned his head to a four piece
bro done caught a fraud charge then he punched a court fee
shoes cost a racky rack, you would think i had four feet
lil’ sl-t on d-ck like, “b-tch, you can’t afford me”
whip the gummy worm out, b-tch tried to chew me up
i just want the neck, you cannot get yo doonies touched
all that godd-mn d-ck sucking, you a fruity f-ck
brodie running ’round with the drac’ like he tunechi, huh
chop with the t-st-cl-s, b-tch, i can’t wrestle you
thinking he a ref? have bro put the tec on you
triple s’s on, i’ll f-ck around and step on you
yo sh-t is not za, it do not got no decibels
call dee to put a b-tch on you, he the freaky man
have my shooter waiting in yo bushes, he a creepy man
lando did the buffs with no tint, he a geeky man
switch cards talking to the clerk, i’m the sneaky man
huh, i’m the goat, real spill
when i touch the fifty ball, it don’t even feel real
even though i’m up, i hit wal-mart and still steal
sword on the chop, b-tch, i’m really k!ll bill
unkie just beat a murder charge, he’ll still k!ll
brodie punched a metal-ass glock, boy, that’s real steel
opps broke as h-ll, they at wendy’s getting meal deals
b-tch head crazy, when i nut, i feel chills
[outro]
like, d-mn, you freaky-ass b-tch, that good-ass head

- stanwill

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