| Scream, what’s happenin'
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| You know man, these people man…
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| Alot of’em, alot of’em going nowhere fast man
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| I call dat «treadmillin'», you feel me
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| They at a standstill man, got’em at a standstill
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| Long nights, more white and foresight
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| Foreseen in a foreign with the fog lights
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| On a pedestal and you’re frog height
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| Forever clever, napalm mics
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| Blowed up last summer off of the freestyles
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| Year before that, the plug was on redial
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| Couple years remove for the penile
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| State of mind: criminal enterprise
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| Individuals who want extra sides
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| And desert, so we gone need extra pies
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| Emphasize I pull girls like a exercise
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| I pull so many hoes I need extra guys
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| Don’t stand so close, shawty respect the fie (fire)
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| No sweat although the temp too high
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| Where I’m from, we feel the rent too high
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| She got me fucked up, I think the bitch too high
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| And I’m a southside astronaut, SA, that’s the acronym
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| Mauri’s with the air bubble on the back of them
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| The truck so big, it go beep backing in
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| Yep, yep, we got’em at a stand still
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| Like traffic, we got’em at a stand still
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| Young niggas from Atlanta, we’re on a mission
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| Feel that, that’s momentum shiftin'
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| Yep, yep, we got’em at a stand still
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| Like traffic, we got’em at a stand still
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| Young niggas from Atlanta, we’re on a mission
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| Feel that, that’s momentum shiftin'
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| Since I was a boy wearing Bugle’s
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| Ran with the big dogs, never with the poodles
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| Eating noodles, being frugal, open mic at Crucial
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| Pussies wanna shoot you cause yo name all over Google
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| Plus they stuck in neutral, and I doodle when I doo doo
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| So I won’t take no shorts, I want the whole kit n kaboodle
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| Martial arts flow, what I’m kickin is brutal
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| Fuck you busters and you suckers, you ain’t shit in my pupil
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| Toaster in the kitchen, but I ain’t fixin a stroodle
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| Cause I hang with street niggas that’s still getin boodle
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| If I never knew you, you can’t get a feature
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| Cause my words are beautiful, I’m Mona Lisa of the speaker
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| Me and 2 chainz backstage blowin Keisha
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| Witta black and yellow bitch, you can call me Wiz Khalifa
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| Or, shakespeare in his late years
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| Face fears to make the average nigga taste tears
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| Waist spear for my fake peers
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| You in park partner, I’m in eighth gear
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| I hear you haters hatin, I got great ears
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| Cause the ATL on top and we stay here, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stand Still , by - 2 Chainz. Song from the album Codeine Cowboy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп