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letra de sticks - jamie ray

[intro]
(jake angel on the track)

[chorus]
country thug from the mud
got my money up, but i still call the plug
don’t try to play them games, i got my shooter in the cut
florida boy, no slip-and-slide, but he gon’ wet you up
don’t try to test your luck
’cause we got sticks
a lot of ammo, big ol’ choppa got a d-ck
red beam on this b-tch so i don’t miss
this what you wanted, let me go and grant your wish (oh)
toss his body in the ocean with the fish

[verse 1]
(brr) don’t need security in the club
i got a .40 in my jeans and some more stashed in my glove
shotgun don’t shoot any bird shot, only slugs, bet your bucks
heard some haters want some smoke, that’s why i keep my burner tucked
yeah, i got shooters, i ain’t talkin’ no canon camera
i just j-payed my bro some money in the slammer (that real, that real)
not a construction worker, but i keep a f-ckin’ hammer (it’s different)
real florida boy ridin’ in that donk all through atlanta (uh-huh)
[chorus]
country thug from the mud
got my money up, but i still call the plug
don’t try to play them games, i got my shooter in the cut
florida boy, no slip-and-slide, but he gon’ wet you up
don’t try to test your luck
’cause we got sticks
a lot of ammo, big ol’ choppa got a d-ck
red beam on this b-tch so i don’t miss
this what you wanted, let me go and grant your wish (oh)
toss his body in the ocean with the fish

[verse 2]
look, i got a pig pit
and they always hungry, eat you up like it’s a picnic (yee)
on my j prince sh-t (mobbin’), that .556 quick (brr)
fully automatic, shred yo sh-t, jit (yah)
straight out them trenches (real), no more section 8 livin’ (no, no)
just pulled up in a mulsanne, trippin’, never road in no bentley (woo)
i just hit a redbone with some red hair look like wendy’s (yah)
made a hundred racks last week, my plug just called and said he miss me (uh-huh)

- jamie ray

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