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Stoney Willis – Nu Stogie Lyrics

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


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