Lyrics:
He, he, he baby it's the thug in me
You know what time it is
By age 13 I was buckwild
Good in my knucklegame
Made it through a tough childhood
Never
Roll it up caress it, like we suggested
Lick before you stick it, you know the business
Go head and snatch my soul, cover me in smoke
Roll it up
She tryna hit a lick so she pull up with a stick
Bad bitch bad bad bitch
You try to take my bitch you gonna end up in a ditch
Bad bitch bad bad bitch
in my gang it's a interview
We deep, don't fall we a finish you
But if you stand your own ground and stick to the code
We stuck together like stick
watchin' 'Killa Season'
Had my share, funny tell you while it's secret
People that you love and they not sharin' nothin'
See your pockets ugly, won't
back, on ya side
Put ya face down ass to the sky
Lick it from the back before I stick it
I can't be waitin' much longer
Need to feel that body all over
and dunk
Im just tryna hit a lick
Hit a lick on Donald trump
If all I do is tell ya lies
Find a bitch who wont
You a juvenile wit lies
You wear dat shit
or seen that shit
Before I ever seen a counterfeit
I swear I seen a stick
Where im from
If shit look cinnamon
He sweet then he a lick
Remember that bitch
down
If it's a problem we shoot you from the neck up
Bitch I'm toting big sticks I don't let up
Don't talk to me you get blicked up
Drive by your house
on this tris
Yea, five-five-six gon hit em in his shit
Duck, duck goose hit a lick on a bitch
And naw, you know ian never gon snitch
Before I die all my
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
Ain't no bitch around here
Ain't no snitch around here
We playing with sticks around here
You'll get hit around here
We don't know you, you a lick around
with a platinum
Not the silver shit nigga
And still seek her
Ten inch or bigga
Know how to lick it and stick it
Wha wha
Now don't get me wrong
chains
Been doin it for years, so these niggas ain't gone change
They comin' around the ghetto so you might call 'em soul
Been wearin' furry Kangol's,
chains
Been doin it for years, so these niggas ain't gone change
They comin' around the ghetto so you might call 'em soul
Been wearin' furry Kangol's,
gon change by any means
G 19 on ma lap I pop it you be deceased
Put ma block on the map
We kingpins we don't fuck with no bitch
Hold on bitch
We back
before I suck upon your neck.
'Oh Money B,' yeah, that's what you'll be screamin' and creamin'
But it's not a wet dream, it's the real
The freaky dog, dark
looking real good
He wishing he could
Your nigga he want to lick on me
I'm with dreezy dreek
With that stick on the seat
Better give him some space
Before
a quick flick
This ain't automatic
This a stick shift
Take a quick sip
Hit a quick lick
Yeah I'm rich bitch
Yeah I'm rich bitch
Why you wanna hate
Get that
what more can i say/ you want to hang wit us ridin/ you'll be hiding while we're gliding/ flying by and shit/ you better quite trying/ before you and all
(woo)
Came for licks, uh (licks)
We came to hit, uh (hit)
Who that bitch? Uh (who?)
Poppin' shit, uh (who?)
Let it rip, uh (who? Raow)
I said,
Lock it up, lock it up
Microwave, microwave, microwave (1017 shit)
Mop it up, mop it up (brr)
Do my lil' dance with this ho, you hear? (Well,
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
Tutufa trigger on dat heat
Raised in 305 we gon hit dat lick
Lil Cherry
I see the demon in your eye b wit the clicka bout to goof
And I'ma die before
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