Stand By Me
No, I won't be afraid
Oh, I won't be afraid
Just as long
As you stand
Stand by me
Aye stand with my patnas
We out in the cold
Aye we on the block
With a bag and a pole
Shit down to our last
This shit out of control
Aye I made a promise
I never would fold
Look soccer we kickin it
Right in the field
Aye if he go back he'll
Be doing some years
Damn, look
He gone tear up the streets
It's like drinking some bleach
Killin em softly
None of this shit for the weak
Spiking the punch like some cleats
Trap is gone move like the wii
Keep sipping and spilling the tea
The perc got me
Slurring my speech
He tried to say it was beef
But you know
That I kept the receipts
Control the bread
If she alter get fed
It ain't none for me to
Skeet and delete
Hit up his chest and his face
He a ribeye
AR-16 yea we
Bringing the stick out
Blick in my pants but the clip
It's gone stick out
Pull up your skirt when I
Nut lil ho get out
I see the future
I feel like the wizard
Gucci my toes
Now I feel like I'm wizzop
You ain't got figures
Lil nigga I figured
You ain't that nigga
You pussy like tigger
She want a threesome it's some
To consider ho I'm
Too player I feel like that nigga
Hit her one time but she
Some to remember
I got it on me in the middle
Of November
She wanna ride in the whip
With the members
Hit her one time in the whip
Ima bend her
Already know act a fool
When I'm in her
I don't wear dickies
But dick is up in her
Lord please forgive me
I know I'm a sinner
You blessed me with talent
I came out a winner
We in the 6 and
We straight out Atlanta
We back to back out in traffic
At random me and the money
A hell of a tandem
Caught up with a ho
Now she throwing a tantrum
Bitch I can't help it they think
That I'm handsome
Watch what you say
Turn yo ass to the anthem
Zooted and booted
I hang with the steppers
Gucci on me on my right
And my left one
Feel like jay-z
I might rock me a fella
Came out the dirt and
I didn't have a shovel
I'm in my bag in this
Burberry duffel
Lame ass lil boy
Don't know shit
Bout the struggle
Fumble the bag
Turned it over like Russell
Don't understand how I
Ever could love her
Fuck her
Stand by me
Oh, stand
Stand by me
Oh, I won't be afraid
Just as long
As you stand
Stand by me
Aye stand with my patnas
We out in the cold
Aye we on the block
With a bag and a pole
Shit down to our last
This shit out of control
Aye I made a promise
I never would fold
Look soccer we kickin it
Right in the field
Aye if he go back he'll
Be doing some years
Damn, look
He gone tear up the streets
It's like drinking some bleach
Killin em softly
None of this shit for the weak
Spiking the punch like some cleats
Trap is gone move like the wii
Keep sipping and spilling the tea
The perc got me
Slurring my speech
He tried to say it was beef
But you know
That I kept the receipts
Control the bread
If she alter get fed
It ain't none for me to
Skeet and delete
Hit up his chest and his face
He a ribeye
AR-16 yea we
Bringing the stick out
Blick in my pants but the clip
It's gone stick out
Pull up your skirt when I
Nut lil ho get out
I see the future
I feel like the wizard
Gucci my toes
Now I feel like I'm wizzop
You ain't got figures
Lil nigga I figured
You ain't that nigga
You pussy like tigger
She want a threesome it's some
To consider ho I'm
Too player I feel like that nigga
Hit her one time but she
Some to remember
I got it on me in the middle
Of November
She wanna ride in the whip
With the members
Hit her one time in the whip
Ima bend her
Already know act a fool
When I'm in her
I don't wear dickies
But dick is up in her
Lord please forgive me
I know I'm a sinner
You blessed me with talent
I came out a winner
We in the 6 and
We straight out Atlanta
We back to back out in traffic
At random me and the money
A hell of a tandem
Caught up with a ho
Now she throwing a tantrum
Bitch I can't help it they think
That I'm handsome
Watch what you say
Turn yo ass to the anthem
Zooted and booted
I hang with the steppers
Gucci on me on my right
And my left one
Feel like jay-z
I might rock me a fella
Came out the dirt and
I didn't have a shovel
I'm in my bag in this
Burberry duffel
Lame ass lil boy
Don't know shit
Bout the struggle
Fumble the bag
Turned it over like Russell
Don't understand how I
Ever could love her
Fuck her
Stand by me
Oh, stand
Stand by me
Credits
Writer(s): Lamar Cockerham Jr
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