Stephaintdeadyet - STAKNMOVE

Yeah, feel like Edge with the attitude
Bitch, I ain't mad at you
Just watch out when I'm tryna stack and move
I keep the ones on my feet
If I'm stompin' them out, then there's blood on my shoes
She wanna go out so I buy her Chris Louboutin
Now there's blood on her shoes
I stay in motion, fuck do you niggas be on
The fuck is you claimin'
These niggas love to play tough guy
But don't know that fuckin' with me get too dangerous
He said I ain't bout that life
But he ran when he saw me, the fuck is he sayin'
I'm spittin' on graves, I'm spittin' on tombstones
Fuck your prayers
Get back, niggas ain't with that, better sit back
Niggas swear they hard but when we touch him
He won't ever get his lick back
Brozay put a switch on the pistol
Because he like a little kickback
I thought that's your homie
But you ain't gon' help a nigga get his get back
I need a brown hair, brown skin
Nice type, thicky with the skinny waist
Yeah, take her back to my place
She the type to put the pussy in my face
All I need a little break
Wipe the nut off like makeup that's on her face
I don't think I can replace
If she tired then I get her out my face (Hoe, bye!)
Yeah, feel like Edge with the attitude
Bitch, I ain't mad at you
Just watch out when I'm tryna stack and move
I keep the ones on my feet
If I'm stompin' them out, then there's blood on my shoes
She wanna go out so I buy her Chris Louboutin
Now there's blood on her shoes
I stay in motion, fuck do you niggas be on
The fuck is you claimin'
These niggas love to play tough guy
But don't know that fuckin' with me get too dangerous
He said I ain't bout that life
But he ran when he saw me, the fuck is he sayin'
I'm spittin' on graves, I'm spittin' on tombstones
Fuck your prayers
Yeah, I ain't sleepin' on nobody
Boy, they sleepin' on me
They got that shit misunderstood
I go pay for her nails done
So she got a new set of grippers
To go tug on this whip
I got these boys shook
I'm takin' they bitch like they know I'm a crook
I'm whippin', they let that boy cook
You trippin', why let that boy cook
You trippin', that boy ain't no good
You trippin', you know I'm the best
I catch that boy lackin
Even if at Rolling Loud, I fuck him up at the fest
Yeah, niggas ain't blessed
Cause they gotta go ahead and fuck around with my demons
Yeah, I call Akuma and Enzo
And they put your ass in the cement
Wait, yeah, feeling like Edge with the attitude
Bitch, I ain't mad at you
Just watch out when I'm tryna stack and move
I keep the ones on my feet
If I'm stompin' them out, then there's blood on my shoes
She wanna go out, so I buy her Chris Louboutin
Now there's blood on her shoes
I stay in motion, fuck do you niggas be on,
The fuck is you claimin'
These niggas love to play tough guy,
But don't know that fuckin' with me get too dangerous
He said I ain't bout that life
But he ran when he saw me
The fuck is he sayin'
I'm spittin' on graves, I'm spittin' on tombstones
Fuck your prayers
These niggas love to play tough guy
But don't know that fuckin' with me get too dangerous

Written by:
Stephen Dequan

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