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bout to pop
I Can't let him go
He knows too much now
Can't let him move
I can't let him roll
Nikka you switch and you snitch you get stitches and that

Bringing the malice I play for the Pistons
Make my own clothes yeah I gave myself stitches (Yeah)
Cut in the game yeah I made my incision
Minding my neck

And I won't stop
I'll be coming out in stitches baby
Not even your worst can stop me now
You can't stop me

When did you realize they're all in a coma

A catty bitch
Is a basic bitch
Who's got a itch
To leave me in stitches
Don't win to fail
Hammer hit the head on the nail
Don't give a ship
Sailor

lines
Of that note that I know she'll never read
Baby, that's fine by me
Cause while Bailey's stealing peeks between her stitches
I might steal one for

Really I'm the shitty, give you stitches in a jiffy
Piffy with the sticky, lucky I ain't talking blickys
Really I'm the shitty, give you stitches in

Put me at ease if you'd care to
Split me, my bee, with your tongue
Call it what it is
You're smart, dear
Stitches, stitches
In your heart
I see your

Forged in the fire
Born on the funeral pyre
Limb from limb from limb from limb
Held together by one thousand stitches

One thousand stitches
Two

snitching)
Stay ready don't let em catch you lacking (Heard they gave em stitches)
If they do you better pray to Jesus (Ask God to listen)
Fuck around turn you

the fuck I got so excited

Man this isn't science, now I'm calling bitches bitches
And I'm trying to put some stitches on these stitches
She left a mess

shouldn't love me I'm toxic
Gun to your head and I cocked it
He texting you bitch block him
'Fore he got stitches all in his noggin
I'm a red flag no cap

just sad we never made amends

Too many stitches for my wrist
I cannot fix this shit
Too many times I cried so loud
Now I'm not feeling it
Tablet on my

Of the desperate my dear
If stitches and scars were Venus and Mars
You'd see the Galaxy on my heart
On my heart
On my heart
On my heart
If stitches and scars

filthy hands, 
You know my name you don't know my plans, 
I got no pen but I draw them in, 
All eyes on me I do not fit in. 

PRE CHORUS
Stitches

on Superb, I don't fuck with bum bitches or them birds

cll my friends are boss bitches, Tight knit quilt no stitches, it's no cap we're all winning
Shine

I'll get a lot of stitches
They tryna destroy my name
Tryna get hype from my name
But I don't feel nothing, cuz' I have an answer for how do we blow this

Too many bitches -
Tryna get it, real shit
Tryna time me, real bitch
Too many stitches
I'm all cut to be free
Too many bitches
Tryna' get it from me

This the hit list
Bitches don't get stitches, they bleed out
This the hit list
Don't wait for karma to come around
This the hit list
Your bodies will

want to step to me
The peoples champ Mr. S. Diddy
Got a Jewish lawyer man
Don't need the contraband
You snitches get stitches I beat!

Oh You want

is on the loose

CH 
          Crying eyes off and laughing in stitches
          Filled with eerie nocturnal creatures
          The hybrid

you think you better than
OT goons prevalent, like they forgot to turn they schedule in
Ksuubi jeans delicate
These stitches hold my presidents
Said she

within
Roaches crawling
Under my skin
Pins and needles
Burning from within
(Shut up!)
(Shut up!)
Itty bitty, itchy stitches
Nasty, tasty, sticky pieces

down
Got shit to figure out
Turn me into liquid now
Got me in stitches now
Hold a knife to my throat 
Driving with my eyes closed 
Where did all the time

Seven Stitches born again
Here to rid the world of sin
Was it chain or the cassette?
Ripped a V upon his shin
Seven Stitches born again
Here to rid