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powerball - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
(b*tch, dog sh*t militia)
workin’ 24/7, i can’t take an hour off
had to learn inconsistency is key
you ain’t gon’ get nowhere if you ain’t tryna get nowhere, you feel me?
hmm
workin’ 24/7, i can’t— n*gga
workin’ 24—

[chorus]
i’m workin’ 24/7, i can’t take an hour off
showed her fifty, this b*tch think i hit the powerball
this sh*t take some courage, you can’t be the coward dog
i’m bangin’ on a b*tch whenever i see dollars call
bro a pit, can’t let him take his collar off
why they bother me when i ain’t never bothered y’all? (why?)
ar got some kick, i treat the opps like soccer b*lls
all these n*ggas is my sons, really bе done fathered y’all, for rеal (real)

[verse 1]
beefin’ with us, boy, you better write a will
i don’t love her like the drank, but still’ll crack her like a seal
that sh*t crazy how i tuck my hammer and go do a drill
green tips on the .556s, these’ll rip right through his shield
unky on the block with yellow, you would think he was shaquille
i ain’t eat today, but all i’m tryna do is do is get a meal
ak with banana clip, was never sh*t to get him peeled
ballin’ like a demigod, got n*ggas tryna get the bill
[interlude]
dog sh*t militia
b*tch

[verse 2]
right pocket rick ross, left one look like uncle phil
feel like clark kent ’cause everywhere i go, i’m takin’ steel
why the f*ck he got a helmet if he ain’t ever touched the field?
your b*tch a pickle eater, got me pullin’ out my dill
bro gon’ up the chopper gunner if he get another k!ll
fans don’t never question stan because they know he always will
b*tch, i’m throwin’ hail marys, you won’t never catch me kneel
heavy on my dollar dollar bills, i just want my skrill
suckin’ d*ck is what she do the best, that’s your b*tch only sk!ll
went and stacked a hundred jacks, had n*ggas thinkin’ i was jill
in that water he a guppy, we gon’ catch him on the reel
boy, the sauce is sold, that sh*t never told, i can’t spill
see the piggy, and then when this sh*t get heavy, bet he squeal
get the drop, we poppin’ out tonight to pop him like a pill
it ain’t on the floor, it’s up, i bet i mop a n*gga still
walkin’ out of hutchy, i’m on chill
i hope you never think a b*tch gon’ keep it real
all these boogers in my buffies, you would think a n*gga ill, huh

[interlude]
b*tch, dog sh*t militia
[chorus]
i’m workin’ 24/7, i can’t take an hour off
showed her fifty, this b*tch think i hit the powerball
this sh*t take some courage, you can’t be the coward dog
i’m bangin’ on a b*tch whenever i see dollars call
bro a pit, can’t let him take his collar off
why they bother me when i ain’t never bothered y’all? (why?)
ar got some kick, i treat the opps like soccer b*lls
all these n*ggas is my sons, really be done fathered y’all, for real (real)

- stanwill lyrics

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