Lyrics:
so sticky it stick just like tentacales
Yo pussy stank i cant lick on yo genitals
2 baby glocks pull em out look identical
Smoking good gas and that
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
would give you one more chance
But we both know that you can't
Give me just one good reason why I should stick around
You took the last two years and ran
your ass out!
Caught my ex creeping on the counter
Mama not the one
I got the gun
I'm letting rounds off...Bang!
Got so damn good at rappin
Now I guess I
my tupac to my janet baby
I would let him get it in a heart beat
I put my hands up high when he
Stick it in baby it feels so good
I know that he want
She so damn good but she, just so damn bad
And she, came from the hood where they, bust guns and trap
But I…cannot blame her
That girl is a player
that's working feet
So I got one niggah saying go push that shit
I got one niggah saying go work the stick
Niggahs say they got good connections
Talking
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
I be with the realest niggas in the hood
If we stick together then we gon be good yea yea
You can’t comprehend it get it understood
I be with
decapitating the liar that was big game hunting with nothing but a stick plucked from a tree planted by spirits so weak they can't even grow flowers and are
she loves me not
Yo she loves me
When you lost a good friend, dreams seem to end
'Cause broken hearts and men don't blend
So I'm not here to stick
white lightnin' sticks
While I twist another grabba and I fire that shit, for real
This make me wanna get some game from OGs, you don't know me
They
Brown
Oh hold up, this yo' bitch
My future so bright I can make Fetty Wap see with both eyes open
Bad bitch with me, and ass & sticks is what she's totin'
the shed
And to leave would be a moot point
So i decided to stick it out and
Wait for fair weather to come my way
A light came from the kitchen and so
me to fail now
Two days, I've been up for two days
Tryna figure out why the good gotta die young
I'm tryna figure out why we always gotta fall
It drew the conclusion that being a circle ain't so bad
The circle is the jack of all trades
Who has ever heard of a stick figure that can draw
Shoot
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
to figure you out
I'ma figure it out
I just wanna figure you out
I just wanna figure you out, so let me, baby
And when you see Chanel, I wish that's how you
That, try to tell you lies
So I hope you know
I'm gone be, right here by yo side
Just, give me that first try
I, promise I won't bite
And she really
[Hook]
Gawd On Fleek, nigga
Just the opposite of a bitch nigga
Put them bars together like they stick figures
Keep doing this shit even after six
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
the hocus pocus when I Show up
And then one day they gon' know us
So show love and roll up
I'm just out here tryna grow up
I ain't really really focused
the yay-yo couldn't get the money back
[Capone]
So where you at?
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Meet me uptown, by the polo ground
Strapped with the vest, plus I
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