Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stand Still, artist - Tity Boi. Date of issue: 18.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stand Still |
| Scream, what’s happenin' |
| You know man, these people man… |
| Alot of’em, alot of’em going nowhere fast man |
| I call dat «treadmillin'», you feel me |
| They at a standstill man, got’em at a standstill |
| Long nights, more white and foresight |
| Foreseen in a foreign with the fog lights |
| On a pedestal and you’re frog height |
| Forever clever, napalm mics |
| Blowed up last summer off of the freestyles |
| Year before that, the plug was on redial |
| Couple years remove for the penile |
| State of mind: criminal enterprise |
| Individuals who want extra sides |
| And desert, so we gone need extra pies |
| Emphasize I pull girls like a exercise |
| I pull so many hoes I need extra guys |
| Don’t stand so close, shawty respect the fie (fire) |
| No sweat although the temp too high |
| Where I’m from, we feel the rent too high |
| She got me fucked up, I think the bitch too high |
| And I’m a southside astronaut, SA, that’s the acronym |
| Mauri’s with the air bubble on the back of them |
| The truck so big, it go beep backing in |
| Yep, yep, we got’em at a stand still |
| Like traffic, we got’em at a stand still |
| Young niggas from Atlanta, we’re on a mission |
| Feel that, that’s momentum shiftin' |
| Yep, yep, we got’em at a stand still |
| Like traffic, we got’em at a stand still |
| Young niggas from Atlanta, we’re on a mission |
| Feel that, that’s momentum shiftin' |
| Since I was a boy wearing Bugle’s |
| Ran with the big dogs, never with the poodles |
| Eating noodles, being frugal, open mic at Crucial |
| Pussies wanna shoot you cause yo name all over Google |
| Plus they stuck in neutral, and I doodle when I doo doo |
| So I won’t take no shorts, I want the whole kit n kaboodle |
| Martial arts flow, what I’m kickin is brutal |
| Fuck you busters and you suckers, you ain’t shit in my pupil |
| Toaster in the kitchen, but I ain’t fixin a stroodle |
| Cause I hang with street niggas that’s still getin boodle |
| If I never knew you, you can’t get a feature |
| Cause my words are beautiful, I’m Mona Lisa of the speaker |
| Me and 2 chainz backstage blowin Keisha |
| Witta black and yellow bitch, you can call me Wiz Khalifa |
| Or, shakespeare in his late years |
| Face fears to make the average nigga taste tears |
| Waist spear for my fake peers |
| You in park partner, I’m in eighth gear |
| I hear you haters hatin, I got great ears |
| Cause the ATL on top and we stay here, yeah |