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letra de sticks and stones - 6ix9ine

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[intro]
rk productions

[verse 1]
n-gg-s really think they the sh-t
’til my team come in and we sh-t on ’em (and sh-t n-gg-)
beat a n-gg- out his yeezys, they on e-bay, let him bid on ’em
same lames y’all idolize, if you would fight wanna spit on me
i only ride with my day ones, if you ain’t sc-m, suck a d-ck, homie
n-gg-s mad ’cause they b-tch want me
it’s f-ck a b-tch, i’m ’bout my chips
i need a 6 with the kit on it, .38, rubber grip on it
sc-m gang, all my n-gg-s riders, cut c-ke with the benefiber
word around my side of town, your b-tch is sly so i slid inside her
i made a promise to my mama that i’ll get these dollars
i load the clip into the smith and flip ’em, all these bottles
money grow on trees, i’m living in the forest
(how you feel about these n-gg-s?) man, don’t get me started
rocking and rolling and rolling and rocking
i lay low from plain clothes, they patrol my block
i gotta get these pesos, i’m stacking all my guap
do this for my sc-m n-gg-s, man, they all i got, uh

[chorus]
sticks and stones may break my bones
but this mac-11 take his soul
tag his toe, burn the pipe
they don’t know, they learn tonight
tie him up, pour some gasoline on him, light him up
five xan bars with the lean got me high as f-ck

[verse 2]
wish i could bring pun back, blaow, n-gg-, run that
’til they let remmy out, we gon’ let these semis out
wish i could bring stacks back, chad, let that mac clap
’til they free biggavel, gotta give you n-gg-s h-ll
blicky make that n-gg- yell, beam hit his knees
made him scream, when that n-gg- fell, shootout with the law
or the morgue ‘fore i sit in jail, n-gg-s say they love me
but i can see it in these n-gg-s eyes, they don’t wish me well
i don’t need their company, they smilin’ when a n-gg- fell
seein’ that i’m poppin’ in the shots, i’m like the durell
order st-tches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
diggin’ ditches for these n-gg-s, toss ’em in, so well
drive-by, leave him in the street, n-gg-, road k!ll
hba, gold fronts, let me guess, “so trill”?
n-gg-, this is new york, make the wrong move
and the goons let the tool spark
(brooklyn!) work hard, move salt
8 ball like pool holes, cracked like the pavement
diesel like the gas station, trap out the bas-m-nt
blow in the pyrex, mask on our faces
let ’em act sketch, bet this lead will erase ’em
i’m packing a mac in the front of the porsche
don’t care about what’s-his-name, f-ck him, he’s soft
his girl in the patches, she sucking me off
sc-m is the gang, i do what i want
i’m packing a mac in the front of the porsche
don’t care about what’s-his-name, f-ck him, he’s soft
his girl in the patches, she sucking me off
sc-m is the gang, i do what i want

[chorus]
sticks and stones may break my bones
but this mac-11 take his soul
tag his toe, burn the pipe
they don’t know, they learn tonight
tie him up, pour some gasoline on him, light him up
five xan bars with the lean got me high as f-ck

[outro]
s-x chimp

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