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letra de stick (og) - jid

[part i: stick]

[intro: jid, & kenny mason]
it’s up and it’s stuck, and it’s stuck where it’s up
f-ck ’bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks
on me, bro, f-ck ’bout this sh-t, bro
turn me the f-ck up, bruh
(araabmuzik)

[chorus: kenny mason & jid]
stick, stick, (stick) stick, stick (boom)
stick, stick, stick, stick
i got a new stick (b-tch), i got a new stick (boom)
i got a new stick (boom), i got a new stick (boom)
stick (b-tch), stick (b-tch), stick (b-tch), stick (b-tch)
stick (b-tch), stick (b-tch), stick (b-tch), stick
i got a new stick (i got a brand new stick)
i got a new stick (i got a brand new stick)
i got a new stick (i got a brand new stick)
i got a new stick (i got a brand new stick, sh-t)
if i see that n-gga, i’ma wet his ho ass up
[refrain: kenny mason & jid]
roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window
roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window
roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window
roll down the window (brrt) roll up the window

[bridge: kenny mason & jid]
stick up the sh-ll, pick up the sh-ll (new)
lit up the air, n-ggas in here (stick)
stick up the sh-ll, pick up the sh-ll (new)
lit up the air, n-ggas in hеre (stick)
stick up the sh-ll, pick up thе sh-ll (new)
lit up the sh—, n-ggas in here (stick)
stick up the sh-ll, pick up the sh-ll (new)
lit up the air, n-ggas in here (stick) (yeah, uh, okay)

[verse 1: jid & kenny mason]
hand on my d-ck and my hand on my gun
one is for shootin’ and one is for fun
n-ggas trippin’ off of 151
black & milds burnin’ under the sun
black and brown kids young or they dumb?
sack a town, where your mom and them from?
gather ’round, run in all of your sh-t
but what did you get? (new stick)
[verse 2: kenny mason]
i say it’s up (i got a new stick), that mean it’s stuck
run out of bullets (i got a new stick), you run out of luck
one in the cribbo (i got a new stick) and one in the truck
one in the tippo ’cause bl–dy ain’t duck
step a foot up on the yard and get struck
everyone i grew around was a thug
thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough
found his body coolin’ out in the cut

[verse 3: jid & kenny mason]
sh-t, fulton county, fifty cal’ in the tuck
f-ck around and shoot the cavalry up
bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis
we got calibers, categorized
fn, b-tch, capitalized, better recognize
i got sick and tired of lettin’ b-tches slide (i got a new stick)
so i’m in the whip, i got the stick inside (i got a new stick)
if i sniff a scent, smell a lie (i got a new stick)
smell a b-tch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride
first time, second line, second time, bloodline
third time, even god dyin’, takin’ one of mine
i’m on candler road with a chopper from columbine
creepin’ on the cracker tryna colonize
leave god out of this, jid
[chorus: kenny mason & jid]
stick (b-tch), stick (b-tch), stick (b-tch), stick (boom)
stick (b-tch), stick (b-tch), stick (b-tch), stick (boom)
i got a new stick (b-tch) (what, what)
i got a new stick (boom) (what, what)
i got a new stick (boom) (what, what)
i got a new stick (boom) (what)

part ii: ambassel

[intro: jid]
(christo)
uh, look, i played the game, i missed the shot
i had the answer, then forgot
i knew one day my sh-t would pop
finesse phenomenon
flex an awful lot and cut the check
man, i monopolize the set
but i been out, up on my sh-t like i can die like any sec

[verse 1: jid]
born in the day, the dawn of the dead
i don’t see nothing but red
they gather the blankets, the milk, and the bread
i come from the east and i’m traveling west
got a machete, i chop and i chop
at the neck of the serpent, determine the plot and the threats
it ain’t no stopping the gun
poppin’, son of god droppin’ anybody who next
i want a mansion, i got a million advances, i wanna stay in atlanta
most of ’em move to la and throw all of they money away and move back with they parents
i see the canvas
i got the brush in my hand, the colors are mixing again
grabbing my d-ck with my hand
i drop my nuts, the world is us, ya sl-t

[chorus 1: jid]
who wanna touch? who wanna f-ck me up?
n0body, my n-ggas ready to bust
kick in the door when i come out the cut
woah sh-t, yeah
who wanna touch? who wanna f-ck me up?
n0body, my n-ggas ready to bust
do what i do and i say what i want, woah sh-t, yeah

[verse 2: kenny mason & jid]
mommy, your kid in a magazine, clip in a magazine
i put the skid and it’s look like it’s vaseline
it was an accident but she ain’t mad me
still wanna grab on me, she sit that ass on me
i feel the gravity, i’m in the land of atlanta, they’re having me
hoes were harassing me, to come and tackle me
now make a habit and a [?] and then [?]
typing me, d-ck in her throat, she gagging
i’m, watching her choke, b-rabbit
young n-gga see my b-tch, nope we haven’t
he play that player but nope, we smashing
told her pinocchio, he asking
she told me “okey dokey, daddy”
everyone knowin’ this open static, he better keep that sh-t cold, [?]
i made a nemesis nibble on nine
i kept authentic when n-ggas was lyin’
we talking business an m is the minimum, sit on an enema if you don’t like it
i got the cinnamon seed in my pocket
just in case anyone slid out the pocket
since i done drop yet, since this lil guap hit
can’t see if anyone really my partner

[chorus 2: kenny mason]
who will i touch? who wanna f-ck me up?
n0body, my n-ggas ready to bust
kick in the door when i came out the cut
free, free, yeah
who wanna touch? who wanna f-ck me up?
n0body, my n-ggas ready to bust
say what i say and i do what i does, hm, hm

[outro: kenny mason]
i stretch my legs inside exotic pop
i got the guap and start them guaps
chest to chest, a eye for eye, a special tag supply the fire
i stretch my legs inside exotic pop
finesse, finesse, it’s slime, it’s slime
connect, connect, she start the l-st
i’m bless the bless, i’m tired of god

- jid

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