Lil Durk feat. 6lack, Young Thug – Stay Down Lyrics | Video

Lyrics Stay Down – Lil Durk feat. 6lack, Young Thug

F**k them other b**ches, who don’t rock with us
Only fast style s**t, ain’t no thots with us
Chanel round shades, like binoculars
Diamond those ring if they pack with us

I gave you every penny like Oscar
We gon’ smoke a pound of runtz at the Oscars
She f**ked on a hooper and a boxer
Came to my crib in his boxers

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Knowing me I’m from the block, I still f**ked her
I came from Earl’s Chicken to eating lobsters
Spanish b**ch say Gracias
Before I eat I say my Fatiha
I need a spot, a jacket where it’s stuffed
I ain’t played, I got my Glock in the club
I break the Perc, just to give her a buzz
F**k you, if you ain’t show us no love

This s**t crazy
Hoppin’ out the car, no photos, baby
F**k around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard this s**t through the grapevine
You want time, I’ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down, hmm
Otherwise I’ma make my rhymes, no cap, yeah

I don’t discriminate, I want a rich slug
Shawty showin’ her p**sy all on TikTok
P**sy drippin’, blueface gotta switch mops
Why you trippin’ Just give all your attention
I be deep inside her stomach, make her guts talk
I don’t want that quiet sex, I want that slut talk
Stop actin’ like you don’t wanna go to that Slut Walk

I .. like you saw I went half on your butt shots
I can’t be seen with you at stores, I gotta pull off
And we be f**kin’ with a condom, damn near pulled it off
And you know I don’t give no f**k
And I know that DY f**ked
And I know that Metro f**ked
Them my brothers and I’ma still show you love
I’ma still show you love

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This s**t crazy
Hoppin’ out the car, no photos, baby
F**k around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard this s**t through the grapevine
You want time, I’ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down, hmm
Otherwise I’ma make my rhymes, no cap, yeah

I put you on the finest
I take you out shopping for diamonds
Fresh Polynesian, courtesy of the plug
So much fun, n**ga, shout out to Thug

Foamposites, make deposits, I just chased up
Got the pocket roсket outside of the club
Woah, kimosabe, Benz big as it come
If you love me would you tell me that you ride for me
Keep it gangsta, would you die for me
Let you shop, you go get all designer, yeah
Double up the Rolls, let you ride over here, money ties over here
Mob ties over here, I can load you down with supplies over here
We can rub you down, it’s paradise over here
Motherf**ker, keep your eyes from over here
You can die from over here, yeah

This s**t crazy
Hoppin’ out the car, no photos, baby
F**k around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard this s**t through the grapevine
You want time, I’ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down, hmm
Otherwise I’ma make my rhymes, no cap, yeah…

➤ Written by Lil Durk, 6LACK, Young Thug, DY Krazy & Metro Boomin
Album: The Voice
Produced by DY Krazy & Metro Boomin
Lil Durk | 6LACK | Young Thug | 2020

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