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letra de feinrixh - feinrixhsavii

[intro]
[?] on the beat
yeah, i got a stick, yeah
yeah, i got a stick, yeah
rock out with a stick like kiss(yeah, uh, uh, uh)

[verse]
i got the stick rock out like kiss
we loadin’ the sticks when you unload the d-cks
7.62 it gon’ go through your rib
7.62 it gon’ go through some bricks
you better watch what you say out yo’ lip
just like a [?] that glock on my hip
these n-ggas switch up like outfits
b-tch i got bills like i’m payin’ the rent
i can’t get her off me she on me like lint
i got keep this sh-t ten times ten
she on her knees like she had to repent
she suckin’ d-ck with no window tint
i kick down the door when they di’nt let me in
i smoke out the o, i blow in the wind
look at my hand i make them twenties twin
i flip the pack from my back ends

i go to sleep wake up do it again
she know i’m in the sh-t
she gon’ suck off my skin
i know she a fan, she blow like a fan
i do what i can
for my boys in the can
i jumped in the water and turned to a great white
i watched his block then run down late night
i’m try’na put me a opp in a grave site (uh, oh)
thirty one shots in the draico
you can get rolled like a ankle
i trap on the block where they can’t go
i trap on the block where you can’t go
i get that street money, bankroll
she treat me like simon she do what i say so
he think he a demon i gave him a halo
i’m sippin’ lean but it’s r.i.p fredo

i got the stick ain’t no bob and weavin’
hollow tips, hot and ready lil’ caesars
shoot him in the chest he pledging allegiance
if the trap moving slow b-tch i’m leavin’
my n-ggas get money can’t hang wit’ no leeches
i got a bad b-tch diva
no i don’t keep it
i hit it delete it

my b-tch really [?]
i step on they neck i can’t show ’em pity
i get p’s in ditty
i spin on yo’ block and spread sh-t like a fifty
i’m sippin’ on lean i can’t donate no kidney
when i’m movin’ the dope put the beam on the semi
she wanna f-ck on me i told her fendi

i’m on my [?] angry with the draic’
no snake on my shirt but just the gucci snake
i pop a perc’ like my toothache
she wanna f-ck on me now but it’s too late
my pocket’s fat, it don’t got a due date
b-tch i’m a big dog, great dane
give me some head baby come with your membrane

she get bust down, plain jane
she say she love you she told me the same thing
i f-ck her good she complain ’bout her back pain
(huh) you have her back mane
i could be robbin’ i don’t need a batman
i keep a gun like a tap man

- feinrixhsavii

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