With stone got stonz on me
Pop out and we make it a movie
Nah, I don't want your hoe she a groupie, keep stuffin blunts I be tearin the loose leaf
Some in me, they keep tryna use it
Give me the tools for the shit I'ma do it
Give me the keys to the car, I'ma do it
Playin' them games with my mind, I'ma lose it
Foreign hoe speak both she fluent
Paid dos for the dope, I'm consuming it
Better off hiddin yo hoe round me
Make her drop, she gon' go to her knees
Told her f*ck her lil heart I don't need it
Swag so high in the sky can't see it
Can't see it
Can't see it
Can't see it
Can't see it
Our stats, our bag, that shit get deeper
Tryna watch my raps, shit sad, this shit get deeper
Twin coming I'm calling them reaper
Pass the za man you know I'm a cheefer
You know seven a man of the people
Really me never front for the feature
Yeah they mad they can never deafeat him
Kick the hoe out the spot just like fifa
Suck my shit every time she a eater
Twin keep pouring the pop out the liter
He a lame type nigga gone keep her
Ridin round drop top two seater
Can't see my play john cena
Now we famous they dying to meet us
Now we famous they dying to meet us
Now we famous they dying to meet us
Now we famous they dying to meet us
Now we famous they dying to meet us
With stone got stonz on me
Pop out and we make it a movie
Nah, I don't want your hoe she a groupie, keep stuffin blunts I be tearin the loose leaf
Some in me, they keep tryna use it
Give me the tools for the shit I'ma do it
Give me the keys to the car, I'ma do it
Playin' them games with my mind, I'ma lose it
Foreign hoe speak both she fluent
Paid dos for the dope, I'm consuming it
Better off hiddin yo hoe round me
Make her drop, she gon' go to her knees
Told her f*ck her lil heart I don't need it
Swag so high in the sky can't see it
Qu¡ncy - Stonz Lyrics
Qu¡ncy - Stonz Lyrics
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With stone got stonz on me
Pop out and we make it a movie
Nah, I don't want your hoe she a groupie, keep stuffin blunts I be tearin the loose leaf
Some in me, they keep tryna use it
Give me the tools for the shit I'ma do it
Give me the keys to the car, I'ma do it
Playin' them games with my mind, I'ma lose it
Foreign hoe speak both she fluent
Paid dos for the dope, I'm consuming it
Better off hiddin yo hoe round me
Make her drop, she gon' go to her knees
Told her f*ck her lil heart I don't need it
Swag so high in the sky can't see it
Can't see it
Can't see it
Can't see it
Can't see it
Our stats, our bag, that shit get deeper
Tryna watch my raps, shit sad, this shit get deeper
Twin coming I'm calling them reaper
Pass the za man you know I'm a cheefer
You know seven a man of the people
Really me never front for the feature
Yeah they mad they can never deafeat him
Kick the hoe out the spot just like fifa
Suck my shit every time she a eater
Twin keep pouring the pop out the liter
He a lame type nigga gone keep her
Ridin round drop top two seater
Can't see my play john cena
Now we famous they dying to meet us
Now we famous they dying to meet us
Now we famous they dying to meet us
Now we famous they dying to meet us
Now we famous they dying to meet us
With stone got stonz on me
Pop out and we make it a movie
Nah, I don't want your hoe she a groupie, keep stuffin blunts I be tearin the loose leaf
Some in me, they keep tryna use it
Give me the tools for the shit I'ma do it
Give me the keys to the car, I'ma do it
Playin' them games with my mind, I'ma lose it
Foreign hoe speak both she fluent
Paid dos for the dope, I'm consuming it
Better off hiddin yo hoe round me
Make her drop, she gon' go to her knees
Told her f*ck her lil heart I don't need it
Swag so high in the sky can't see it
Pop out and we make it a movie
Nah, I don't want your hoe she a groupie, keep stuffin blunts I be tearin the loose leaf
Some in me, they keep tryna use it
Give me the tools for the shit I'ma do it
Give me the keys to the car, I'ma do it
Playin' them games with my mind, I'ma lose it
Foreign hoe speak both she fluent
Paid dos for the dope, I'm consuming it
Better off hiddin yo hoe round me
Make her drop, she gon' go to her knees
Told her f*ck her lil heart I don't need it
Swag so high in the sky can't see it
Can't see it
Can't see it
Can't see it
Can't see it
Our stats, our bag, that shit get deeper
Tryna watch my raps, shit sad, this shit get deeper
Twin coming I'm calling them reaper
Pass the za man you know I'm a cheefer
You know seven a man of the people
Really me never front for the feature
Yeah they mad they can never deafeat him
Kick the hoe out the spot just like fifa
Suck my shit every time she a eater
Twin keep pouring the pop out the liter
He a lame type nigga gone keep her
Ridin round drop top two seater
Can't see my play john cena
Now we famous they dying to meet us
Now we famous they dying to meet us
Now we famous they dying to meet us
Now we famous they dying to meet us
Now we famous they dying to meet us
With stone got stonz on me
Pop out and we make it a movie
Nah, I don't want your hoe she a groupie, keep stuffin blunts I be tearin the loose leaf
Some in me, they keep tryna use it
Give me the tools for the shit I'ma do it
Give me the keys to the car, I'ma do it
Playin' them games with my mind, I'ma lose it
Foreign hoe speak both she fluent
Paid dos for the dope, I'm consuming it
Better off hiddin yo hoe round me
Make her drop, she gon' go to her knees
Told her f*ck her lil heart I don't need it
Swag so high in the sky can't see it
Writer: Quincy Hargrove
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