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letra de slime ball - stanwill

[intro]
yeah (stan, turn me up)
real sh-ttyboyz sh-t
she gon’ f-ck ’cause the sh-ttyboyz hitting, dumbass n-gga
ha-ha, yeah
matter fact, she gon’ f-ck ’cause my chain dance, ha-ha
sh-ttyboyz, sh-ttyboyz (yeah, yeah, okay)

[verse]
she gon’ f-ck ’cause my chain dance
mirror tint buffs, f-ck a ray-ban
unky play with rock, he a caveman
you ain’t sb, dsm? b-tch, ain’t mans
my b-tch bougie, she not f-cking if you ain’t stan
[?] in my [?] b-tch, i can’t stand
i quit cheating on my b-tch, now i’m a changed man
b-tch, i’m getting rich or dying trying, that’s my game plan
road run, i don’t side walk
crack cards, don’t get dimes off
why is yo b-tch on my b-lls?
if it’s up, we sending .223s through his drywall
wipe his nose, i be running with some slimeb-lls
said it’s on the floor, we spilt him there like pine-sol
gotta come up out them racks if you want my saucе
yo b-tch on me like a eyеlid ’cause she know i ball
[?] on our head, now [?] his face on
god got a ruler and i ride with the draco
[?] wocky mix when unky count his pesos
cutting into hoes, you wanna f-ck? then just say so
green, pink, and blue, sh-t, the pockets look like rainbows
n-ggas think they wanna play with us until it’s game on
used to laugh at me, now i’m f-cking on them same hoes
if bro ain’t k!ll his ass, he in the spittle tryna hang on
they done got yo motherf-cking baby in that one bag
went and bought another glock like i don’t got enough mags
on my way to somerset like i don’t pop enough tags
[?] got yo baby looking like i’m tryna flunk class
catch me in the strip, i’m upping blues while i touch ass
gotta know if you ain’t running with us, better run fast
marching like nick cannon ’cause the bl!cky got a drum mag
she don’t know i only like her neck, with her dumbass
huh, huh, yeah, huh, with her dumbass, alright, huh
twenties green, fifties pink but my hundreds blue
team full of l’s, y’all ain’t seen no w’s
if it’s up then it’s stuck, n-gga, f-ck a truce
funny how yo baby tryna eat me like a lunchable
wouldn’t even cuff a b-tch if i was dpd
drac’ tucked but i’m still rocking yeezy sneaks
all yo baby know is punch like i’m ggg
since i’m up, all these b-tches wanna sleep with me
she was talking down, now that mouth where my p-n-s be
seven hundred horses, we evade the cops easily
yo b-tch cheating on you ’cause she know you got teeny cheese
b-tch, i’m eating off the 201s, not no ebt
[outro]
ha-ha, yeah (stan, turn me up)
sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t militia, that’s on every song, dumbass n-gga
whole lotta gang sh-t

- stanwill

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