paroles de chanson The Standard - Tyson Sybateli

We dont bump your shit when bitches round nigga
Bump my shit when your bitch is around nigga
Got this snake tatted, I know your bitch aroused nigga
Ehjo forreal you shoulda stayed inside the house nigga
Fuck it I had fallouts
Said fuck it going all out
My Business all in your mouth
G of the south
Fuck it might pee on the couch
I was young,drunk and stupid
Phone calls got me like Lucious
Sending hits for family sake
And pray it sticks so family rakes

How my pastures more green
Past work not seen
Ex girl more mean
Thick bitch flat out face falling on D
Team clicks, more vibes, that's more for the team
These links brought hype, more Maga then 'zines

Red hat still sings ahh
Lets just make pussy great
Grates my teeth I got involved in beef for homies sake
Swear I got more than it takes
But I'm still fist fighting from a early grave and out
The proof is in the pudding I cater no self doubt
I'm cheffing like Omar Gooding for big O's to account
Life's exactly how it's spose to be everythings panning out
This cold dish of revenge I'm serving is on the house
Listen
Lord Jesus guide my haters to careers24
My hating could be yours
My faith is for awards
My lane is not on Fours
My plane is landing more
My Dame is dashing bitch bad like Ukraine at war

Lord willing this rock between a hard place
Gets slapped like a Oscar stage
Acting up in all ways
Bold of you to not say
That I'm the male beyonce
This whole globe is my stage
I came home to Fridays
That's Ice cubes on cubes in my Seattle purchased lattes
Y'all in the grass but I'm snake
I'm slipping into my phase
My best form I'm front page
Im bully bashing
Buttons for the magic

On that hot shit
Got the block lit
Niggas talk shit
Get the block list
Fuck a thot bitch
They are not this
They can't cop this
They are not rich
This the standard
Where your manners
Had to handle all my demons by they antlers
Really ducking crabs we never messed with cancer
If you the homie you can go and put ya hand up