StanWill - Shangri La lyrics
[StanWill - Shangri La lyrics]
(Hokatiwi) ayy, bitch
What the fuck what the, what the fuck ayy
I'll leave him stone cold, tryna wrestle me
Hundred methods, feel like Rachael Ray
Got the recipe got a punch
if it's online then I guess it's free
Let the K leave a O in him, tryna Tekken me
We'll swiss his ass for that cheese
Leave a lot of holes
Lied to the hams under oath and I lie to hoes
Put that ten piece nugget up, boy
That's not a roll
What you make it 'bout six months, boy
I got it on dog Shit Militia, we got
Sticks, wе got pape', huh
Monkey nuts and banana clips, we somе apes
Huh got the neck then I
Disappeared, now I'm fake, huh
Brodie running 'round off a Perc'
With a ray gun
Huh, in the jungle like Shangri-La
I ain't even really turnt yet
So don't hate me now
Got flick stick in the whip
Like it can't be mine
Said she ain't cheating with the GOAT? Boy
Yo baby lying let me see a opp
He dying hard like he Bruce Willis
Thinking you a ape? Me and
Gang like to shoot 'rillas
Saying I'm her baby
I was thinking that she knew Skilla
I was riding 'round with big
Shots 'fore I knew Billups
Yeah, big shots, boy, them 45s
Acting niggas in the CIA
They play both sides
Knowing you ain't even got a whip, boy
You won't slide
Paint stepping with some blues on me like I'm
It don't matter where the fuck I'm at
I got blicky tucked
Told her bend it over, back shots
Got her kidney touched mickey in the chop
Think I ride 'round with Disney+
Buffs tinted but I'm mean-mugging
Through the Fendi thrust
No cap, really in the lab
Feel like Rick and Morty
Had to teach her how to speak English
Lil' bitch imported
Bro can't even make a jump
Shot but his blicky scoring
Bitch thinking this a baecation
But we giffy touring
And the gang caught him popping
Up like I'm State Farm walking-ass opps
You would think these niggas hate cars
Chains hang, we let sticks bang
Tryna take ours
Lil' bitch on my balls hard, feel like JR
Ah, and the team full of all-stars
Gotta know I'm coming Nike techs
When this fall start
I'll swing a stick and knock
His ass out the ballpark
In the mall, pockets fat as hell
Feel like Paul Blart yeah, I be in the mall
More than the mannequins
Last name "Spicetalker"
First name "Stanakin"
Throw some peanut butter at the reader
I been jamming it
Bread in both sides of the Amiris
I done sandwiched it
Ah, you gotta know that a bag around
Pants tight as shit
Twenty ball got me sagging now
What the fuck? I just DC'd, gotta cash it now
Saying this and that, yeah, alright
Mister Cap And Gown all this damn cap got
Me thinking niggas graduated
Woke up waiting on a package
My ass impatient
Thought he had the hands, yeah, alright
Now his ass a patient stan Ali, yeah
I'm knowing my ass the greatest
Like, I got GOAT DNA, huh
Yeah, got a whole lot of pape'
Yeah, got a whole lot of pape', huh
Yeah, we got a lot of Dracs, ayy
Huh, yeah, yeah, we got a whole of pape', huh
Yeah, ShittyBoyz
What the fuck what the, what the fuck ayy
I'll leave him stone cold, tryna wrestle me
Hundred methods, feel like Rachael Ray
Got the recipe got a punch
if it's online then I guess it's free
Let the K leave a O in him, tryna Tekken me
We'll swiss his ass for that cheese
Leave a lot of holes
Lied to the hams under oath and I lie to hoes
Put that ten piece nugget up, boy
That's not a roll
What you make it 'bout six months, boy
I got it on dog Shit Militia, we got
Sticks, wе got pape', huh
Monkey nuts and banana clips, we somе apes
Huh got the neck then I
Disappeared, now I'm fake, huh
Brodie running 'round off a Perc'
With a ray gun
Huh, in the jungle like Shangri-La
I ain't even really turnt yet
So don't hate me now
Got flick stick in the whip
Like it can't be mine
Said she ain't cheating with the GOAT? Boy
Yo baby lying let me see a opp
He dying hard like he Bruce Willis
Thinking you a ape? Me and
Gang like to shoot 'rillas
Saying I'm her baby
I was thinking that she knew Skilla
I was riding 'round with big
Shots 'fore I knew Billups
Yeah, big shots, boy, them 45s
Acting niggas in the CIA
They play both sides
Knowing you ain't even got a whip, boy
You won't slide
Paint stepping with some blues on me like I'm
It don't matter where the fuck I'm at
I got blicky tucked
Told her bend it over, back shots
Got her kidney touched mickey in the chop
Think I ride 'round with Disney+
Buffs tinted but I'm mean-mugging
Through the Fendi thrust
No cap, really in the lab
Feel like Rick and Morty
Had to teach her how to speak English
Lil' bitch imported
Bro can't even make a jump
Shot but his blicky scoring
Bitch thinking this a baecation
But we giffy touring
And the gang caught him popping
Up like I'm State Farm walking-ass opps
You would think these niggas hate cars
Chains hang, we let sticks bang
Tryna take ours
Lil' bitch on my balls hard, feel like JR
Ah, and the team full of all-stars
Gotta know I'm coming Nike techs
When this fall start
I'll swing a stick and knock
His ass out the ballpark
In the mall, pockets fat as hell
Feel like Paul Blart yeah, I be in the mall
More than the mannequins
Last name "Spicetalker"
First name "Stanakin"
Throw some peanut butter at the reader
I been jamming it
Bread in both sides of the Amiris
I done sandwiched it
Ah, you gotta know that a bag around
Pants tight as shit
Twenty ball got me sagging now
What the fuck? I just DC'd, gotta cash it now
Saying this and that, yeah, alright
Mister Cap And Gown all this damn cap got
Me thinking niggas graduated
Woke up waiting on a package
My ass impatient
Thought he had the hands, yeah, alright
Now his ass a patient stan Ali, yeah
I'm knowing my ass the greatest
Like, I got GOAT DNA, huh
Yeah, got a whole lot of pape'
Yeah, got a whole lot of pape', huh
Yeah, we got a lot of Dracs, ayy
Huh, yeah, yeah, we got a whole of pape', huh
Yeah, ShittyBoyz