Paroles de la chanson Sticks (RRS) par Stunna 4 Vegas

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Paroles de la chanson Sticks (RRS) par Stunna 4 Vegas

(Ayy, spin it back, Tay)
Uh, strapped with these AUGs
Uh, ARPs, two-two
Uh, uh, strapped with my (Tay Global)
Fah, fah, fah (Fuck a nigga, bitch nigga, don't play with me)

Uh, I'm strapped with the ABCs (Bah, bah)
F&Ns, AUGs (Bah, bah)
ARPs, 223s (Bah, bah)
Fuck nigga play, he gon' D-I-E (Brrt)

She can't even eat the dick if she not my speed (Thot)
I'm geeked, I just dropped a RP (Geeked), we put him on a tee beside R.I.P. (Make his ass hot)

I jump out the V and go drop my ski
Uh, we cutthroat like KTB (Cut)
I'm stuffin' racks in these purple jeans (Racks)
Uh, I get him whacked, we the murder team (Come here)
Big dog, I work for me (I'm a big dog)
High off my top, I'm on Percs and lean (Trap)
My diamonds lit up like a Christmas three (Ice, ice)
I get in with that fire, ain't no searchin' me (Pah, pah)
I'm rich, I still'll pull a burglary (Rich)
Man, how you ain't heard of me? (Uh)
Uh, I give a fuck what you heard (Fuck what you heard)
We really swerve (Swerve), bitch nigga get on my nerves (Swear)
But I get his ass on the curb (Boom, boom, boom, boom, get your bitch ass down, nigga)

Uh, I get him served, nigga got found with his face on his lap 'cause his brother a nerd (His brother a bitch)
Nigga know we put shit past the birds, got caught lackin', should've been more alert (Nigga gone)
I hop in that bitch and I skrrt (Skrrt), SRT when I beat up the speed (Beat up the road)
Ain't pushin' P, but I'm pushin' the B (Blatt)
Expensive taste, I might duck the PT (I might duck the PT)
Drop an opp, I might drop an EP
Get the drop, hit they block for a week (Come on)
Never catch 4 coppin' a plea (On God)
Know like LeBron, I ain't leavin' my heat (Leavin' my fire)
Uh, nigga, I ain't finna leave my heat (Uh-uh)
I won't slip, nigga, I'm on B (On B)
Uh-huh, I ain't tryna beef on IG (Uh-uh)

Nigga, you want smoke, don't wan' link (Your bitch ass outside)
And I ain't even really ain't gotta drop no chip 'cause I go creep (Go creep alone)
Bitch, the second that we get to hittin', I bet he get sweeped quick (Huh)
My lil' niggas tweak quick, big jit delete shit (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
I put a ton on my opp before I go spend my money on a freak bitch (Fuck)
Nigga, I'll come tear up your block, just me and my chop before the rap beef shit (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, bome down, nigga)
Bet I get a nigga knocked off with these ABC sticks (Fuck)

Uh, I'm strapped with the ABCs (Bah)
F&Ns, AUGs (Bah, bah)

ARPs, 223s (Bah, uh)
Fuck nigga play, he gon' D-I-E (Get your bitch ass down, nigga)

These diamonds hit just like Ali (Hit)
I'm poppin', ho, how you ain't notice me? (Poppin', ho)
Funny bitch, can't even get close to me (Bitch can't even get close)
I bagged a bitch nigga like grocery (Bitch ass down, nigga)

ABCs, F&NS, ARPs
AUGs, 223s
Fuck nigga play, he gon' D-I-E
Poppin', ho, how you ain't notice me?
Funny bitch, cut her, never get close to me
Poppin', bitch, how you ain't notice me?

Uh, uh, uh, bitch, I'ma get
Rae Rae's son a G

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