Lyrics:
Seated at blue note NYC
Right in the middle of Greenwich
Seated right in front of the scene
The kind of moment that sticks in your memory
The waiter
about a mile from town
I picked a stick up off the ground and knocked that fair girl down
She fell down on her bended knees for mercy she did cry
"Oh
a stick up damn
(Shit) Said don't be alarmed it's only just a stick up
Yo
(Yo) This is something that your boy is used to
These niggas poop
Don't make
sum
I could be down by like 50 won't give up
I'm touching numbers so why would I give up
Hunnid round drum you get lit up
Ex bitch mad she said I gave
You finna get Gaped Out by the whodi
I'm only here for weekend, tryna get my freak in
Finna get 'gaped out' by the whodi
Baby girl it's alright
panties while she swallowin my kids
When I stick it in she say she feel it in her ribs
Pass her the glock when we ride by the pigs body bag
Yo body leave
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can
homegirl Rita
I used to chill on her sofa with my feet up
By the heater with my toes getting toasted
One day she came naked out the kitchen
With a bag full
long like a marathon race
Drink a lot of alcohol so they
Bring it by the case (uh)
Fuck drunk, I get shit faced
Stick ya tongue out, how that shit taste
by the day
Wake up and take one to the face
And this black got me outer space
Pounds in, brodie got the highs and the lows
Shawty told me it hurt
going by
Under my skin like a splinter
cll those Muddled up streets and names
We're Gathering sticks for a shelter
Build a box and keep out of the rain
infected by devils
My father would come home, he would forget about the killings
He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the shogun was scared of him
Maybe
with? What ya want?
(Quavo)
Stick 'em up where it's at
I didn't shoot him but he had a heart attack
I've been drinkin', I've been smokin'
Dab
And give Him all of your heart
This is a stick up
He wants your everything
Give Him your everything
This is a stick up
He wants your all
Give Him your all
on screen
Just me and a screen
Surrounded by a million screams
Depression a thief
You drown forget about your hobbies
And ever since I’ve been searching for
And stick to the truth that we've found in our soul
We'll walk down our road and we'll lift up the wounded
And nurse them to life with their heads on our
skull on the hood of my 76
Daisy dukes painted onto some heavenly hips
I do well in the sticks
Raise hell and get lit
Ya that's it
Side by sides and up
To the conventions of the young
Desdemona, Desdemona,
Desdemona Desdemona,
Desdemona, Desdemona
Lift up your skirt and fly.
Just because my friend and I
Got a jute
I'm pulling out a hit
'cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit, it's time to attack the prey
So make way for hip-hop's green
watch like Movado so I floss like I'm lotto
You ain't lounging, til you've been counting by the thousands
Profiling, pushing more weight than your
Pick you up when you feel low
Stick with you through your nightmares
Both broke but at least it's together though
Surrounded by demons grab your gun we
and grind all night
Living in the fast lane, the game's nothing polite
So I'm laced up tight, cause I ain't into lagging
She love to watch me in the mirror
come blow a young fellow like chello
I wanna stuff you then lick you and stick you
Just like a lil rello
I'm too complex, shoulda, called me Marc Ecko
was taking too long
Should've been up by now if we gonna' be honest
Marathon Running
Sticks and stones may break my bones
Wait
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