Comethazine - STAND Lyrics
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STAND
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What Are The Lyrics For STAND By Comethazine?
Smoke my dope, get face in my mansion (yeah)
I'm so fuckin' teed, I'm in my livin' room, dancin' (oh yeah) XD in my pocket, and got the TEC in my hand (yeah) Walk 'round like that nigga, so they hate when I stand (oh yeah) Smoke my dope, get face in my mansion (yeah) I'm so fuckin' teed, I'm in my livin' room, dancin' (oh yeah) XD in my pocket, and got the TEC in my hand (yeah) Walk 'round like that nigga, so they hate when I stand (oh yeah) Last name Counter, first name Benjamin We pull up on you, pew-pew, committin' a sin They can't stop me, nigga, nobody can F*ck a pistol, sock him dead in his chin That boy tried to play me, now he on his deathbed Paramedics pulled a slug out his head That nigga know he shouldn't have fucked with my set Initiate him, then pronounce him as dead Smoke my dope, get face in my mansion (yeah) I'm so fuckin' teed, I'm in my livin' room, dancin' (oh yeah) XD in my pocket, and got the TEC in my hand (yeah) Walk 'round like that nigga, so they hate when I stand (oh yeah) Smoke my dope, get face in my mansion (yeah) I'm so fuckin' teed, I'm in my livin' room, dancin' (oh yeah) XD in my pocket, and got the TEC in my hand (yeah) Walk 'round like that nigga, so they hate when I stand (oh yeah) |
Who Wrote STAND By Comethazine?
Jahmier Velazquez
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What's The Duration Of The STAND By Comethazine?The duration of STAND is 1:38 minutes and seconds. |
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