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letra de stick up - jaydayoungan

[intro: jaydayoungan]
all black and we hoppin’ out a big truck
put your face to the ground, it’s a stick-up
pick your lip up, or i’ma pick the d-ck up

[chorus: jaydayoungan]
all black and we hoppin’ out a big truck
put your face to the ground, it’s a stick-up (lay down n-gg-)
don’t make a motherf-ckin’ sound, not a hiccup (don’t say nothin’)
pick your lip up, or i’ma pick the d-ck up
all black and we hoppin’ out a big truck
put your face to the ground, it’s a stick-up (lay down n-gg-)
don’t make a motherf-ckin’ sound, not a hiccup (don’t say nothin’)
pick your lip up, or i’ma pick the d-ck up

[verse 1: jaydayoungan]
it’s a stick-up, b-tch don’t sit up
this b-tch hard, i gotta hit you
handin’ out free sh-t bags, i hope you got some tissues
close range, blood-stained, t-shirt got your picture
i ain’t gotta aim, it’s impossible to miss you
free rock, free smooth, been one hundred, nothin’ new
pocket rocket twenty-two, make me pull it out these trues
sickest with this sh-t, came out my mama with the flu
that’s my brother, b-tch don’t touch him
call him red, he call me blue
hit the move, you ain’t got a clue on what i’m ’bout to do
hit the move, all these b-tches do is stick to me like glue
i’m the truth, b-tches eat me up like chicken noodle soup
all i do try to chase the loot and all you do is snooze, youngan

[verse 2: fg famous]
pull up in a pickup, told youngan pick the d-ck up
hit him in the ribs, if he live, no more sit-ups
ain’t no walkin’ boy, you’re paralyzed from the hip up
all that mouthin’ off got you slobbin’, pick your lip up
hunndred in the clip bruh, i leave a n-gg- stiff bruh
don’t f-ck with me, you’re better off jumpin’ off a cliff bruh
creepin’ with a carbon right next to your mama’s garden
never miss, i think i’m harden, two-two-threes, ain’t talkin’ jordan
it’s r-t-rded in my city, you n-gg-s ain’t f-ckin’ with me
youngan that’s my brother, you touch him, it’s consequences
got seventeen no extension, but i’m bustin’ till it’s empty
p-ssy n-gg- wanna get me, so i’m strapped, don’t feel offended, done

[verse 3: jaydayoungan]
youngan floatin’ ’round the city, tryna scope the spot
pockets flat and i’m clutchin’ on a stolen glock
recline the seat and tuck my heat ’cause there go the cops
i had to dodge ’em, now i’m focused, tryna scope you out
braid my dreads to the back and dress in all black
one phone call, guaranteed i can get y’all whacked
but i only want your money, i need y’all racks
one phone call, guaranteed i can get y’all jacked
ain’t gotta lay no finger on you in order to touch you
all i do is place the order, my youngin gon’ flush you
exercise him, quick to say he do it on the muscle
i’ma die for my respect ’cause i came up from nothin’

[outro: jaydayoungan]
all black and we hoppin’ out a big truck
put your face to the ground, it’s a stick-up (lay down n-gg-)
don’t make a motherf-ckin’ sound, not a hiccup (don’t say nothin’)
pick your lip up, or i’ma pick the d-ck up

- jaydayoungan

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