letra de stickin' - chances make bosses
[intro]
yeah, ayy, yeah
yeah, ayy
yeah, ayy, yeah
[verse 1]
ayy, just put some bread on my n-gga tablet
cold part, i’ll cl!ck like adam sandler
and my plug from the town like black panther
really bust a n-gga dome with that black hammer
we be in the cookies store, y’all be smokin’ bammer
got this webcam b-tch, she wanna f-ck on camera
i’ma do it like shaquille, break the whole rim
n-ggas happy ’cause they finally seen a whole ten
we be in them foreign sh-ts with that trump tint
did a gig for a pint, sold the whole script
i got drip, b-tch, that d-ckies suit a hard fit
old b-tch, shе wanna suck and f-ck and pop cris’
cried a hundred nights when thеm n-ggas popped chris
forty thousand in my lap in that drop six
i don’t owe a n-gga sh-t, i’m how i got this
really raised ’round them k!llers [?][0:45]
pfft, yeah, ayy, yeah
really raised ’round them k!llers [?][0:50]
pfft, yeah, ayy, look, yeah (tell ’em, n-gga, watch this), ayy
[verse 2]
white tee, bandana tied, we the hot boys
hit a n-gga with that fire, he unemployed
all my n-ggas down to slide, we don’t go back and forth
hit my youngin with a pack, said he tryna score
n-gga try and go up top, put him in the morgue
n-gga was playin’ with my bands, we don’t play fair
hit my youngin, thirteen, we ain’t sheddin’ tears
put your b-tch on some game, sh-t was top-tier
we is really on the block, you is not there
burn the ruger-57, hit your top man (yeah)
stashin’ work in girbauds, we was tryna be the man
d-mn, we just tryna be the man
[verse 3]
why the f-ck my pops have me if he didn’t want me?
i been starvin’ all my life, b-tch, i been hungry
in the church payin’ tithes with that b-tch on me
i’m a grown-ass man, done grew, now big homies
knew him a long time, he still switched on me
man, i was stickin’ up this b, i’m tryna shoot somethin’
ayy, bro say i’m sick, i need to chill, huh
look, my n-ggas too young, can’t risk none
i was nineteen tryna get my wrist done
up at saks fifth, tell my b-tch to pick one
i ain’t even cheat, i just got my d-ck sucked
ayy, ride through the hood with my wrist up
n-gga f-ck around, ugh, uh, ayy
i’m f-ckin’ stickin’, n-gga
[outro]
yeah
f-ck, n-gga, i’m that n-gga
f-ck
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