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letra de stickin to it - doobie

i ain’t got no more free game
tell these dumb b-tches “go to school”
more money brings more problems
that these broke hoes will never go through
i ain’t worried bout that little pay
i ain’t even gonna hold you
i woke up next to a squirter
got p-ssy creamer in my cold brew
b-tch, i’m going
shot after shot after shot
loaded
he think he’s somethin he not
exposin
way that she blow it gon cause an explosion
i ain’t the two i’m the one
i was chosen
i get the bag so i brag
i’m a boastеr
i’m a youngboul
i ain’t whippin the doors
it’s do me doobie
though you prolly don’t know
lotta bit sinnеr
lil bit hoe
roll a batwing to get me there
clear my thoughts while she give me head
everybody like “gimme gimme”
must’ve heard the news
gimme dat
he got shot with his hand out
think it’s safe to say
it ain’t safe to beg
all i talk is money in the bank
got this sh-t on lock
call that safe to say
all you cornies ain’t got it for me
i’m bendin corners in a new a ferrari
time is costly
why they clock it for me?
if you say you want it why you solar torch?
no one cares about your sob story
i just wanna get the bag and party
heard your girl had the hots for me
i won’t f-ck her
you can have shawty
yeah
i’m stickin to it
now i’m rich as f-ck
i admit the truth
i been gettin to it
why your b-tch is choosin
i talk money fluent
b-tch i’m thumbin through it

i f-ck it off
f-ck it off
yeah
f-ck it
f-ck it off
f-ck it off
f-ck it off
yeah
f-ck it
f-ck it off
i f-ck it off
f-ck it off
yeah
f-ck it
f-ck it off
yeah
f-ck it off
yeah
f-ck it
f-ck it off
i f-ck it off
your favorite rapper (wack)
but me?
i’m tight as f-ck, uh
she don’t get it
it’s a d-mn shame
all we ever do now is fight and f-ck
but i’m fly as f-ck
mile high club
sign me up
if i lost my v-card on an airplane
bet i still wouldn’t give a flying f-ck
holy mother mary
father god
i ain’t a holy roller
but i have been crossed
all you need me now
boy must be off it
how you burn the bridge to try to walk across it?
rollie on me
i don’t rock it often
they be pocket watchin
sh-t i don’t indulge it
you ahead of yourself
boy you need to chalk it
your jewelry’s worth bout as much as talkin
who?
you cheap b-tch
tell all my haters to eat d-ck
he think he sl!ck
this hundred round drum before them like beat kicks
cause we not on no sweet sh-t
so eat sh-t
i ain’t gotta soul
you can’t reap this
they like “he did”
i’m in a private jet
yeah, we different
you know you can’t reach this
spend a whole check in the mall
i get it back by tomorrow
i don’t have to ball
i do this sh-t cause i want it
so no i ain’t flexin at all
i’m settin it off
ice on my neck with the frost
i’m feeling like jack in the box
i’m hittin it hard
all of you f-ckers could suck it
you mad i got money
i love it
the life of a star
yeah
i’m stickin to it
now i’m rich as f-ck
i admit the truth
i been gettin to it
why your b-tch is choosin
i talk money fluent
b-tch i’m thumbin through it

- doobie

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