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lirik lagu stanwill – apollo creed

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[intro]
(hokatiwi)
b~tch, b~tch, b~tch
shut up, b~tch
palm angels on me

[verse]
palm angels on the t~shirt, but them demons ’round
bag draggin’ out of saks, finna go knock neimans down
waitin’ ’til i fall off, it’s gon’ be a while
how you say you plugged with that— but ain’t seen a thou’?
hundred shots in this b~tch, leave him more than tipsy
whether it’s my b~tch or my whip, keep a foreign with me
we ain’t takin’ jump shots, ganger score with bl!ckies
brodie got more juice than oj, we ain’t pourin’ simplys
dog think he safe in that vest, bet i spill his noodles
barkin’ like a pit, but he in the field with poodles
know some haitians out in lil haiti get you k!lled with voodoo
(and that’s no cap)
ksubi van winkle jeans on full of blue pape’
you be out here tryna rescue hoes, i don’t do capes
it’s a jungle, everybody in my crew apes
bro rich and still’ll mask up like he bruce wayne
apollo, the creed got your b~tch tryna go rounds
mr. leave a b~tch sick, make a ho frown
they know i always be on ten, every toe down
they know i always been a hundred, hundred shows with the clique
and i got these b~tches runnin’, hundred hoes on my d~ck
pull up, leave his crib haunted, hundred poles in the whip
walkin’ out of hutch comin’ somethin’ cold than a b~tch, no cap
shop when i land type sh~t, i don’t check luggage
chops in the lam’ type sh~t when we head huntin’
box, you get blammed type sh~t, we be lead dumpin’, huh
alright, alright, come on, huh
play with the militia, bet them dogs put some paws on you
where the f~ck was you? i couldn’t call, couldn’t fall on you
it’s funny now, how i ball, i’m a dog on you
one of us say it’s up with dog, then we all on you
huh, he thought he was the plug, got his cord yanked
unky built a tolerance, he only pour eights
i think he a rat, don’t let me find that court case
she ain’t suckin’ d~ck, the b~tch more worthless than a bored ape
talkin’ big money sh~t, but he got nada
two straps on me now, i don’t rock pradas
they treat me like the boss, i’m the don dada
your b~tch thinkin’ i’m her baby, but i’m not sada
wear the glock every day, that’s my dress code
had to go and cop the goose ’cause my neck cold
bro’ll walk him down, get him stepped on
blew a dub on the cough syrup like i’m desto
lab chain p~ssy, new piece tricolor
make it run, big chop sound like thunder
oh, he did the buffs? mine buffer
where would n~ggas be without our wave? i wonder
woke up countin’ pape’, fell asleep thumbin’
i’m a visionary, all this sh~t i seen comin’
never had my hands out, i ain’t need nothin’
they should throw us in the x games how my team stuntin’, huh
dog sh~t miltia (sh~ttyboyz sh~t, whole lotta gang sh~t, b~tch)


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