Lyrics:
kids from Buck town, profilin'
'Cause the hoochies was starin', thinkin' "What them niggas wearin'?"
I'm wonderin' if that's her hair
I remember stick
kids from Buck town, profilin'
'Cause the hoochies was starin', thinkin' "What them niggas wearin'?"
I'm wonderin' if that's her hair
I remember stick
Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
Target niggas wouldn't wanna be em be em be em
Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
Put ya hands up
Go on then kiss my black foot, go on then
Yo, signed up to the gym 'cause I heard
Man are looking for me and my mates
After I’m done with pumping
trash
I guess 'cause you was so good with a
Freeway they keep givin' you an E-Z Pass
"Yo Goodz! Why you talkin' like this?!"
I made loopholes for gettin'
with my stick
I make millions of dollars but I'm still going hit a lick
Lick lick hit a lick lick lick I'm still going hit a lick
Lick lick hit a lick I
put the soap
I always knew I wouldn't be one to bleed
Water with me, I look like
I'm way above yourself
Tell em' way above yourself
Cookin' dough right
Or I'ma break every bone in your face
I can't vote 'cause I'ma felon
Even if I wasn't, I still wouldn't do it
None of them niggas like black people
So
nothing
If it wasn't for my neighborhood
Then I wouldn't be nothing
If it wasn't for my neighborhood
Then I wouldn't be nothing
Crunching numbers with dust
Would you bleed for me?
Lick it off my lips like you needed me?
Would you sit me on a couch?
With your fingers in my mouth?
You look so cool when
Would you bleed for me?
Lick it off my lips like you needed me?
Would you sit me on a couch?
With your fingers in my mouth?
You look so cool when
just pretend Shui)
I hit a lick (I hit a lick)
Flip it legit (Flip it flip it)
I made a game plan (Game plan)
Stick to the script (Stick to it stick
of midlife crises 'fore I turned twenty-five
The teachers put me in the back where I was learning to hide
'Cause when the teachers call you special, that's
on a dollar (Dollar)
Rye G fly, no blasé blah (Woah)
Cuz the drip came flowing thru the IV, ha (Drip)
Thick Balmain with the shoes on Tom (Aye)
Tryna flex
em see em
Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
Target niggas wouldn't want to be em be em be em
[Pimp C]
Uh, I want the money and the power
I'm fifteen dumb as a brick
Sayin dumb things like jit
Doing dumb things won't stick
I ain't hitting licks, I wont getta kiss aye
Shorty said she won't
through the night
I said, your body is a cravin' to be loved oh so right
Cause you're callin' out for that sweet Lick Stick Flick Nasty through the night
why you switch
Cause Islam don't accepts faggots
That like ridin' dick
And how you Grape Street, fruit cup?
You wouldn't bust a grape in a food fight
see em
Stick em up stick em up b**** stick em up
Target n****s wouldn't want to be em be em be em
[Pimp C]
Uh, I want the money and the power they
with me I'll hex a fleet as a Calvary
Better watch your mouth cause I knock out for foul speech
Talking shit is bowel, I'm a towel to come sweep
It's
em
Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
Target niggas wouldn't want to be em be em be em
(Repeat)
(Pimp C)
Uh, I want the money
blessings cause you really found them
I know you are the type for my body
I know you wanna ride on my body
You wanna slip and slide
You probably wouldn't mind
and kept it revvin'
I got a lil' doja that I'm fixin' to break down
Roll em' up in a zag, lick em' stick em' and clown
I'm fully dig with a dick, my
harder than, broader than all these other boys hit,
And it's because we are living it, not just talking some shit.
I wouldn't say I had a gun, without some
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