lirik lagu loose screw – stanwill
[intro]
([?] on the beat)
sh*t, f*ck
([?])
yeah, hm
[verse]
he was a loose screw ’til the hammer hit him
black sticks, coffee tint, i got scammer vision
we got big money, b*tch, not no standard chicken
if i pull up on her in a ‘cat, bet i slam her in it
amiris with the snake print patch, i pay more for these
catch you with your babies, f*ck around and abort the team
see my bank statement, bet she have intercourse with me
online surfin’ with a punch, so of course it’s free
knuckle up the quickest way to get them lazers aimed
bro like a sergеant, drillin’ sh*t like he major payne
samе b*tch i hit for free know you paid her, gang
all that spicy talk, bop stick make his flavor change
outer sp*ce type sh*t, b*tch, i’m more than up
double coffee cup galore, gang pourin’ mortons up
big b22s on, put them jordans up
you don’t see me in the booth, i’m probably in a gorgeous sl*t
bro slidin’ ’round with that stick, need a caution cone
late night lookin’ for an opp, he can off it on
f*ck writin’ raps, everything i say off the dome
b*tch, if you ain’t blowin’ dingaling then you walkin’ home
b*tch, i got my n*ggas’ backs, i’m a chiropractor
super track pack in sport mode, you ain’t drivin’ fast
unk poured more lines in his cup then a bible chapter
if he knuckle up, i swear to god this his final chapter
bro need new tires on his whip how he spinned the ‘kitty
got the head, said i was gon’ f*ck, but i spinned the kitty
unk a juice demon in this b*tch, pourin’ tris with remy
told her she could have a black belt, couldn’t kick it with me
you can catch your baby in the hood like a carburetor
whole gang in this b*tch high as h*ll, sparkin’ [?]
hopped out the coupe drunk as h*ll, i’ma park it later
never really liked the purple jeans, i’ma rta her
in the coupe, doin’ figure eights ’til i get motion sickness
turned the trap into a chemist lab, unkie potion mixin’
don’t know how to f*ck, these n*ggas broke, you supposed to fix it
nose runny as the f*ck, i’m always with the coldest b*tches
sh*t, f*ck, d*mn, pape’ make the ksubi jeans sag
sh*t, f*ck, d*mn, get more booty than a bean bag
sh*t, f*ck, d*mn, b*tch bougie with her mean ass
sh*t, f*ck, d*mn, did the louis x supreme ‘lab
sh*t, f*ck, d*mn, haha
yeah
i got pape’, i got b*tches, n*ggas wanna hate now
used to do the ramen noodles, hundred dollar steak now
b*tches used to mean mug, i get sloppy face now
i got seven .6s in this b*tch, ‘ll shoot like ai
you the type of n*gga rap about some sh*t you ain’t got
b*tch, i’m mr. get the neck and mr. make her say ah
[outro]
haha, yeah, sh*ttyboyz dogsh*t militia, that’s on every song
b*tch
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