StanWill - China Express lyrics

[StanWill - China Express lyrics]

Huh, bitch what up, Helly?
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

SB4L, we the next to win
Ball now, throw me up on ESPN
I'll make ten off a name and a SSN
Bro'll up strap on a bitch like he lesbian
Sent his spirit through the
Clouds like the airline
What I'm saying is I gave dawg airtime
Only thing on my head is a hairline
Yeah, I rap but I jugg
Grannies in my spare time
Butter fingers, bro just dropped the opp
Fire-ass slide, boy
The clerk had to stop and drop
Roll on me but don't even stop the plot
Lil' bro acting tough but the
Chop stop the clock "G-O-A T" on my name tag
Opened up Instagram to some great cap
Brought one slide in store
Left with eight bags
Bro just penalized a opp
He threw eight flags
I was born chosen, bitch, I was made to win
How I jam in store, I might break the rim
Tried to lock the door on
Me but I'm breaking in
Had to run it up my whole life
I might break a shin
Reaching over here? Huh
That's a leap of faith
'Cause we keep heat sticks, boy
Don't get easy baked
They ain't at a concert if
The opps see the Drac'
30s and the buffs iced up
Like a piece of cake
Keep yo bikini bottoms on, I ain't SpongeBob
Bitch, drop straight to yo knees
You got one job
Turnt up now and I ain't twist one knob
I done scammed three Mikes, two Jims
And one Bob
Can't stand me? Let me get the bitch a chair
In my bag lately, only peaking out for air
Huh, sike nah, bitch, I'm trapped in there
Mickey D's in the club
Brought the big MAC in there
Heard your lil' song, dawg, it was terrible
I'll snatch the Fucci off your back
It ain't wearable man, the cap is unbearable
Super ham
I should call you "Captain America"
Know the opps tired of dick sucking
Find a new talent i done made five in some
Eighty dollar New Balance
Yeah, I was tripping back then
Now I'm too balanced
Let two opps try it, I'ma make two vanish
Bitch wanna fuck 'cause she say
I look like Lil Tecca spinned her lil' ass
She outta luck like she Lil Tecca
Main bitch face card cold, she my lil' Elsa
Don't try it
We got big chops for you lil' fellas
Huh, scam this and I scam that
Jugg sense tingling, I know where hams at
Good cards, hit the store with a jam pack
Ball till I fall, 2K, where my Grand Badge?
Jumped in my bag and forgot hoes
One shot to his chest, let the pot hole
Caught him off guard with the strap
He did not pose
Wasn't fucking with the wave then
So don't hop on
Huh, nah, for real, fuck y'all
To you hoes out there, I won't cuff y'all
Like a veterinarian, bro'll touch dawg
ShittyBoyz shitting, we the shit, bitch
We up dog

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