A-Wax

Stalley

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    [Intro:]
    Y'all niggas hurry up. Go in there, buck them niggas and get the fuck out. Don't be playin, ya hear what I'm sayin? Kill them niggas and get the fuck back so we can stay ballin', I'm a be chillin right here.

    [Hook:]
    Champagne pourin', big joint rollin'
    Bombay sippin', bad bitch gettin'

    [Verse 1: Stalley]
    Just got the whip detailed
    800 horses in the car, V-12
    My girl doing her nails, don't let the polish spill
    As I bend the corners, tilting down the hill cup on chill
    Triple stacked up, racked up with a deal
    Do what I want, man, bump how they feel
    About it I'm about it nigga that's just how it is
    Fast cars, gold chains that's just how I live
    You don't like it, do something
    Scrap and shoot somethin'
    Niggas all bark, no bite, ain't gon' do nothing
    Weak lames hate see a young king stunting
    In my King James 100 miles and runnin'
    All my niggas gettin' papers ain't nobody here for nothin'
    And they all killing for me so don't let 'em get the dumpin'
    For my homies dead and gone, go and spill something
    Livin' for my niggas in the feds doing real numbers
    Heavy rotations on the blunts ain't tryna feel nothing, zoned out
    Glass house comes with the push buttons, overdrive
    I'm Superfly, Ron O'Neal suit and tie
    Hustler to the max, if you want it done right homie come to the wax

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    [Hook]

    [Interlude:]
    Ey, homie, you need some help? [Gunshots] Punk ass niggas, come on niggas.

    [Verse 2:]
    A-Wax in the two seater
    Bad diva pourin' a pint in a two liter
    Blue flannel tan khaki's tucking two heaters
    45 Desert Eagles fitted by Leaders
    Blue sneakers stay fleet when I'm out
    Gold in my mouth talk diamonds like a jeweler
    Rings on my fingers call me Slick Rick the Ruler
    Whoever don't like me middle finger to ya
    Booyah, booyah I send shots straight through ya
    Talents rip you apart niggas can't kill ya
    Don't compare my talent to y'all, y'all niggas straight losers
    I'm a bully, I'm a Boozer, couch standin' Tom Cruiser
    My champagne cooler, plain Jane Muller
    Blueberry Swisher sweets Mary Jane blower
    Leave with any girl that I choose like I know her
    Passionate 'bout my game, like Joakim Noah
    I'm a bull

    [Hook]

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