St.lunatics
St.lunatics - Sticky Now songtekst
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* send corrections to the typist (Scratching) 4x Smoke smoke smoke Smoke smoke smoke Smoke smoke smoke sticky now (City Spud) Now for real I be the break 'em off Ho hopper, trick knocker Nobody does it like we do we's proper Biggie like Papa when I dropper Lying on that ass now we fucking till the beat don't stopper Could it be I move too smooth? Grooves that will make the whole party move Spots I keep them hot so honies be out to trot Yo I got this game on lock when I pull up on the lot (Hook City Spud) So watch me now Niggas wonder how I'm spiffy now So the bitches pick me now See watch me now Niggas wonder how I'm spiffy now So the bitches pick me now Tell them watch me now Niggas wonder how I'm picky now Smoke sticky now Tell them watch me now Niggas wonder how I'm spiffy now Bitches pick me now (City Spud) Now everyone wanna try and stop this dude Pop this dude, drop this dude Try to top this dude, plus test my crew Watch me drop a jewel while they jock this dude But why every time I around we's cool? Watch them act a fool When I leave swiftly, sixty when I cruise My dues been paid Rats been laid Many gats been sprayed Plus tracks been made like yellow dude face See me through your shades, blow up like grenades Try to fade this team, you know what that mean Head full of dreams Go on watch us hit the seams with this million dollar team Shining like rings Taking over everything with this lyrical scheme We be like fiends when it comes to the money Be are end for hur-tin-in' (Hook) (Murphy Lee) I keep's it going on and on Little T I like's to rock shit Keep that head pop shit Keep on making profits What you know about this? Nothing at all, cause my shits gall like these hos on my balls I be that "Hit 'em once see you later" I holler No need to bother little Torii about a dollar Ask Ali Baba and he'll tell y'all "A po's office ho about to get you for your L dawg" Tell those low-down dirty gold diggers Torii "Murphy Lee" ain't your average rich nigga Saint Louis representer and I remember Hos can give a fuck about my beater in December But now it's a holiday and follow me Up North like Hollany Booty call like Bellamy Nag, what you telling me? Now it's all-good You's a star spelled backwards Go on back to your hood (Nelly) Now it goes hos and niggas, sit back and relax Fri. and Sat. Pay attention while as I drop this shit on y'ass Thinking I wanna smoke a blunt Got them ??? on their knees You cats that wanna be down you just get ready for your lead Now I know niggas trying to say that Lunatics East Coast Cause my lyrics boasts with flavor but fool I'm just your neighbor One of Saint Louis' finest, just keep a cover like Linus Stop your ass like sinus, congestion 'till you learn your lesson Confessin' in a danker cruiser supposedly with no future Mammas call me a loser Huh, but watch me prove I can Buckeye like Ohio Keeping Pace like Orlando I'm running out from the 5 O's cause all I herr is "Book 'em Dano" Practice cause I can't be touched, I'm just too much I'm packed like lunch with more skills than such and such I'm plus, never a minus, bumping Johnny Unitas Out that Hall of Fame Lyrics ride tracks better than trains Coming flier than planes, crossing niggas like lanes Backstabbing, but peep out my game as I explain Everybody shake your hand ain't your partner fool Just because I give you dapper that don't mean we cool Clearer than ice water See your whole plans to shake me up Let up before I wet up your whole fucking getup Spit up a lung you'd got that wind knocked out Who get the clout? Ain't no doubt Lunatics run the house (Hook) (Scratching) Smoke smoke smoke sticky now (City Spud) So watch me now