Paroles de la chanson STICKS par Jamie Ray
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Paroles de la chanson STICKS par Jamie Ray
(Jake Angel on the track)
Country thug from the mud
Got my money up, but I still call the plug
Don't try to play them games, I got my shooter in the cut
Florida boy, no slip-and-slide, but he gon' wet you up
Don't try to test your luck
'Cause we got sticks
A lot of ammo, big ol' choppa got a dick
Red beam on this bitch so I don't miss
This what you wanted, let me go and grant your wish (Oh)
Toss his body in the ocean with the fish
Country thug from the mud
Got my money up, but I still call the plug
Don't try to play them games, I got my shooter in the cut
Florida boy, no slip-and-slide, but he gon' wet you up
Don't try to test your luck
'Cause we got sticks
A lot of ammo, big ol' choppa got a dick
Red beam on this bitch so I don't miss
This what you wanted, let me go and grant your wish (Oh)
Toss his body in the ocean with the fish
(Brr) Don't need security in the club
I got a .40 in my jeans and some more stashed in my glove
Shotgun don't shoot any bird shot, only slugs, bet your bucks
Heard some haters want some smoke, that's why I keep my burner tucked
Yeah, I got shooters, I ain't talkin' no Canon camera
I just J-payed my bro some money in the slammer (That real, that real)
Not a construction worker, but I keep a fuckin' hammer (It's different)
Real Florida boy ridin' in that donk all through Atlanta (Uh-huh)
Country thug from the mud
Got my money up, but I still call the plug
I got a .40 in my jeans and some more stashed in my glove
Shotgun don't shoot any bird shot, only slugs, bet your bucks
Heard some haters want some smoke, that's why I keep my burner tucked
Yeah, I got shooters, I ain't talkin' no Canon camera
I just J-payed my bro some money in the slammer (That real, that real)
Not a construction worker, but I keep a fuckin' hammer (It's different)
Real Florida boy ridin' in that donk all through Atlanta (Uh-huh)
Country thug from the mud
Got my money up, but I still call the plug
Don't try to play them games, I got my shooter in the cut
Florida boy, no slip-and-slide, but he gon' wet you up
Don't try to test your luck
'Cause we got sticks
A lot of ammo, big ol' choppa got a dick
Red beam on this bitch so I don't miss
This what you wanted, let me go and grant your wish (Oh)
Toss his body in the ocean with the fish
Look, I got a pig pit
And they always hungry, eat you up like it's a picnic (Yee)
On my J Prince shit (Mobbin'), that .556 quick (Brr)
Fully automatic, shred yo shit, jit (Yah)
Florida boy, no slip-and-slide, but he gon' wet you up
Don't try to test your luck
'Cause we got sticks
A lot of ammo, big ol' choppa got a dick
Red beam on this bitch so I don't miss
This what you wanted, let me go and grant your wish (Oh)
Toss his body in the ocean with the fish
Look, I got a pig pit
And they always hungry, eat you up like it's a picnic (Yee)
On my J Prince shit (Mobbin'), that .556 quick (Brr)
Fully automatic, shred yo shit, jit (Yah)
Straight out them trenches (Real), no more Section 8 livin' (No, no)
Just pulled up in a Mulsanne, trippin', never road in no Bentley (Woo)
I just hit a redbone with some red hair look like Wendy's (Yah)
Made a hundred racks last week, my plug just called and said he miss me (Uh-huh)
Country thug from the mud
Got my money up, but I still call the plug
Don't try to play them games, I got my shooter in the cut
Florida boy, no slip-and-slide, but he gon' wet you up
Don't try to test your luck
'Cause we got sticks
A lot of ammo, big ol' choppa got a dick
Just pulled up in a Mulsanne, trippin', never road in no Bentley (Woo)
I just hit a redbone with some red hair look like Wendy's (Yah)
Made a hundred racks last week, my plug just called and said he miss me (Uh-huh)
Country thug from the mud
Got my money up, but I still call the plug
Don't try to play them games, I got my shooter in the cut
Florida boy, no slip-and-slide, but he gon' wet you up
Don't try to test your luck
'Cause we got sticks
A lot of ammo, big ol' choppa got a dick
Red beam on this bitch so I don't miss
This what you wanted, let me go and grant your wish (Oh)
Toss his body in the ocean with the fish
This what you wanted, let me go and grant your wish (Oh)
Toss his body in the ocean with the fish
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