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Stil Woah - Optin FreeStyle lyrics

Artist: Stil Woah

album: Optin FreeStyle


All of these niggas they hate me
Bad little bitch she my baby
Creep through the block and im silent
Aim at you niggas you hiding
I'm a bad Nigga bitch im a tyrant
All of my money its pilen
I'm Dripped in fashion im stylin
Next bitch phone I'm dylin
We ain't around and bitch nigga you talkin
Im rolling through and you Optin
Nigga you book it I walk in
Me bitch, Christopher Walkin
All of these bad little bitches be stalkin
Going once
Going twice
I really be at the auction
Get what I want theres no off shit
Give me space
Give me space
Freaky nigga mami sit on my face
Eatin the bitch love the way that it taste
Lay on your back and we pick up pace
Put it in deep theres that look on your face
Murder the pussy we makin a tape
Holdin her hip put it in and its safe
Take it out nigga nut her face
Mami she freaky
I said
Mami she Freaky
Brr bow bow bow bow
Mami she need me
I said mami she need me
Brr bow bow bow bow
I'm rolling through and you runnin
You and your niggas they dodgin
Me and my niggas are crip niggas
Holdin the C till the Sun in
Give em two shots For the mandem
Bluwoop Sun down
Give em this song it's the anthem
Shoot up the block that's a man down
All of your niggas my ops now
Most of them niggas they work for me
Give em the name and it's crossed out
Thats dirty work that's they do for me
50 Ems on your head nigga
Gotta walk here like you cautious
Money out no deposit
Dead body here in closet
We take it out and we bury it
None of you niggas are claiming it
Empty the gun we reloading it
Aim at your crib we unloading it
All of this money be coming im throwing it
Pick it right up and I'm holdin it
All of this heat and I'm burnin it
Couple more bodies I'm earnin it
Mami she freaky
I said
Mami she Freaky
Huh huh Stil Woah
Mami she need me
I said mami she need me
Eight Oh Eight
Eight Oh Eight
Eight Oh Eight
Stil Woah
Crip Nigga thats a killa
Hearing my name give you shiva
Scaring niggas like a thrilla
Eat up your bitch like it's dinna
All of my niggas are real and they realah
Ten to the chest gorilla
Little baddy named Camilla
Little shawty loves a killa
Little latina bad bitch her name Chika
Chilling right next is Patricia
Then was the twins Matilda and linda
Bad little bitch for my niggas
Nigga be runnin his mouth by Seven I have him dead by Eleven
Nigga be praying to god I don't find him, he finna see you in heaven
Bow bow bow
Stil Woah

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