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letra de scoring - stanwill

[intro]
(stan, turn me up) yeah
b-tch (sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t militia, that’s on every song, huh, yeah)
huh, yeah (sh-ttyboyz, sh-ttyboyz, sh-ttyboyz)

[verse]
if pressure make diamonds, when it’s over, i’ma be a gem
i could go blind, sh-t ain’t stopping me from seeing m’s
b-tch caught be cheating once, f-ck it, i’ma cheat again
waking up and not chasing money? that should be a sin
luke skywalker couldn’t force me to love a b-tch
hotter than a stove when i’m riding through the oven mitt
cpn fire with this b-tch, i just summon whips
scorching in the rental, hundred giffies and a dozen bl!cks
hutch did the kit, f-ck a new jeweler
i be toting cannons in thе mall like a youtuber
lil bro be upping bluеs, funny he a soo-wooper
team player with yo b-tch, me and dee gon’ choo-choo her
masked up in yo hood like i’m dr. doom
it’s a tech or off-white nike if i rock the swoosh
everybody on my team score, we be lobbing oops
if i hit her with a follow back, know i’m knocking boots
if i’m above gang, i ain’t winning till our bag equal
punch, slide, scam, trap, all my n-ggas bad people
i x him out, play with metal like i’m magneto
rocking out with dracs, four deep like our ass beatles
brodie high as h-ll, eyes red in that red eye
better keep yo hands to yourself, we let lead fly
bro was in school with the cookie like that n-gga
gang boxed the stu’ with exotics, got me head high
thousand dollar steps at a time, i’m just living life
seeing how yo b-tch cheating on you, i can’t get a wife
looking like a plumber, anywhere i go, i’m with a pipe
wipe my ass with a blue strip, this the sh-tty life
embosser, msr, and deezy printer, them my scam tools
reaching? that’s a gamble, boy, you better off on fan duel
since a snot nose, was never worried ’bout no d-mn school
jumped in the deep, grew some gills and i swam through it
mary had a little lamb chop, what my b-tch eating
nike tech, the goose x amiri when it switch seasons
if i up the rackies on her, bet yo b-tch’ll l!ck p-n-s
apple jack stacking, f-ck a job, b-tch, rip steven
gang pouring thousand dollar cups, i’m with rich junkies
only time i’m ever on my ass is when i sh-t, dummy
she ain’t have no black rock today, got my b-tch grumpy
big sh-tter, b-tch, f-ck around and had to switch undies
everything i wear be wet as h-ll, it’s like i’m skinny dipping
dog sh-t militia, b-tch, we probably in yo city sh-tting
we on ocean drive upping blues, got the bitties tripping
shout-out all the heads i done cracked for 256s
if you ain’t blowing d-ck, hit the door, i ain’t got time
only change clothes and switch hoes, i don’t swap sides
i’ll probably die and decompose ‘fore the opps slide
wouldn’t lift the gas if you smacked me with a stop sign
could be paralyzed waist down, still would run it up
on miami beach tripping, mike amiri b-tton up
ksubis stuffed with blue benjies, boy, these b-tches hugging nuts
at the bar cramming lamb chops till my stomach stuffed
i be in the lab with glock tucked, b-tch, we bl!ck and morty
on a giffy trip in tallahassee, left the city scorching
sixty hanging out the .40, pop him like a sixty-forty
any given night, go check the stats and see i’m really scoring
[outro]
stan, turn me up
b-tch, ayy
yeah, ayy
sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t militia, that’s on every song, huh, yeah

- stanwill

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