Stackhouse

No I don't believe in hell so I can't go to hell
Bad foreign hoes all inside
Inside my clientele
But I don't pay for nothing baby
Cause you know I'm fine as hell
I'm just with my slimes with my bros like we Kenan Kel
Under my spell baby
Under my spell
Ya you thought you knew me baby
You don't know me well
You don't know me

Tell me why I got your shawty pressing me like Reebok pump
I'm like Dee Brown up in the paint
If she throwing to me imma slam dunk
Tell me why the people who hating
The same niggas who is your fans
I'm just going to go and forget all these niggas
When I stumble on bands
Ya stumble on bands
Taking a look in the mirror
Like omg 233 ya you the man
Don't understand why these niggas surprised
Ya it was part of the plan

Ya but I had to work real hard to get these racks up
Don't understand I worked real hard real hard to get the racks up
I'm like Jerry to the House
Ya the way I get these Stacks up
I'm a big dog you a mouse
Lil boy you gotta back up
Compared to 223 you second string
Ya you gotta back up
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Writer(s): Jonathan Kimera
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