Nu Stogie Lyrics by Stoney Willis (ft. Earl Sweatshirt)


[Earl Sweatshirt]
Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh
S***, you wanna hand me that f****** lighter? (ight)
(No? Whatever, yeah yeah yeah)
No? (alright)

[Earl Sweatshirt]
Uh, I am the shooter reloaded
Who only move with the motive to kill it
Music is coca, know that I roast it and flip it
It’s nothing, sniffling hoes
Custom to d*** in they throat
I bust on the tip of they noses (Ya need a napkin or something?)
Just use this stack of this money (Okay)
I only laugh cause it’s funny (Uh huh)
Whipping a** and rapping laxative, tummy s***
And I need that wall plastered with them plaques and that cash in abundance
Catch me on Fax with a couple cancer sticks
Hit me for cold and passion
Ain’t loving hoe, only khakis I’m cuffing
Little man with no manners, b**** I am actually dusty
Action Los Angeles, them bastards pack them Pacquiao punches
Pressed on your back for your bluffing
Let’s take it back to the ruckus, b****

[Earl Sweatshirt]
Tell momma that her son on a mission
And I ain’t seen the m************ sun in a minute
Gunning with that trouble in that come with the quickness
Say it’s one for the money, n****
Run for your riches, n****
Tell my momma that her son get it, get it
I’mma crunch n*****, getting money
Blunts in the Civic, without f*** how you feeling n****
(F*** n****, f*** how you feeling n****)
N****, ain’t give a f*** how you feeling, n****
F*** with a n****, n****

[Earl Sweatshirt]
I am the soulless who coldest creaks in the winter
Splint it deep and itching for b******’ dentals to denim
Then puffing loud and come in Fallon
Believe that Tech is offensive
You need a vest when you snitching
In Adidas sweat, I’mma kill ’em all (All)
That p**** wet, raining cats and doggies up out of her
I reach into the register, take the paper up out of it
Hate the fake and the talkative
Shake and bake, I’m the opposite
Frosted Flakes and a pot of grits
Percolating that breakfast
I’m dropping cake on a necklace
Spitting like a n**** just took a piss in my beverage
That Swisher sit on the dresser, split
Fingers twisting, decking and standing s*** where the peasants sit
Mouse with the weapons
They come to f*** off your cheddar, b****

[Earl Sweatshirt]
Tell momma that her son on a mission
And I ain’t seen the m************ sun in a minute
Gunning with that trouble in that come with the quickness
Say it’s one for the money, n****
Run for your riches, n****
Tell my momma that her son get it, get it
I’mma crunch n*****, getting money
Blunts in the Civic, without f*** how you feeling n**** (N****)
N****, ain’t give a f*** how you feeling, n****
F*** with a n****, n****

[Stoney Willis]
Don’t be so much confusion
Does you feel me?
It can hold you back
Yeah, I can’t f*** with you
I’m just tryna get this money (Tryna get this money)
N***** talking about some bullshit
Uh
What’d I say? Get away from me [?]
I don’t need that no more
It’s money
The more you know
I can’t f*** with you n*****, n****
It’s money (It’s money, it’s money)


STONEY WILLIS Lyrics


Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.