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lirik lagu stanwill - dusty hill

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[intro]
(this beat from gavin, so you know it’s hard as h~ll)
i’m a dog in that ‘vette like it’s fleas on me (yop, gang gang)
b~tch, yeah
i’m a dog in that ‘vette like it’s—

[verse 1]
i’m a dog in that ‘vette like it’s fleas on me
keep a cannon, i ain’t takin’ pictures, but that cheese on me
bill withers, i don’t sip, but i got lean on me
feel like i’m related to your b~tch, i’m in them jeans, homie
buyin’ backwoods, in a tesla at the gas station
think he ever throwin’ bullets at me, then i’m sack chasin’
whole team on that motherf~cker, got my back achin’
gucci, chrome heart or bape trucker, i don’t cap basic (at all)
i don’t cap at all, huh
when i shoot my shot and i swish, i’m gon’ bounce like a basketball
brent strokin’ in your b~tch guts like i’m hasselhoff
inhumane if we catch an opp, we harassin’ dog
double back to saks for off~white, i ain’t grab it all
bein’ broke a joke, no wonder why the hoes laugh at y’all
b~tches only want me ’cause i’m up, but i ain’t mad at all
think the glock a nudist ’cause that b~tch got a flash and b~lls
hoppin’ out with baby dracs and arps to run him down
f~ck a twenty, f~ck a fifty, b~tch, i’m up a hundred thou’
i could spin the block a hundred times, this b~tch a hundred round
hundred zombies at the spot, the trap look like a haunted house
pop out like g herbo on that block, they know we runnin’ out
all that pape’ i’m runnin’ up, it ain’t no runnin’ out
used to ain’t have nothin’, funny b~tches think i’m somethin’ now
mike amiris tight as f~ck, the benjies keep on bustin’ out
got the function freezin’ ’cause the gang brought all this hutch around
in these big balenciagas lookin’ like a f~ckin’ clown
huh, but i’m not
b~tch wanted love from me, i just gave her c~ck
dog wanna wrestle with me, but i came the glock
super villain to the hoes, boy, i ain’t savin’ thots
check the forecast when i’m in the club, it rain a lot
walkin’ out the bank with a bag like i’m leavin’ save~a~lot
got me lookin’ like a slave, boy, i be in chains a lot
it’s a whole fully on this b~tch, i ain’t gotta aim the chop (dumbass)
[interlude]
biggest sh~tter over, f~ck you mean? i’m still sh~ttin’
this sh~t gon’ change, you feel me?
yop

[verse 2]
dusty hill, hit him in his top, now he catchin’ z’s
only right i did the amg ’cause i wrecked the beam
have my babies pop out with that drac’ yellin’, “yes indeed”
call of duty weapons, b~tch, i’m strapped like it’s snd
middle fingers to the cops, they ain’t catchin’ me
i could buy the opps some fendi, couldn’t f with me (naw)
you done brought her to the club, how she left with me?

[outro]
how she layin’ with me? you brung her to the club
f~ck goin’ on, man? dog sh~t militia
b~tch, yeah


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