letra de stones - k-slick
[intro]
brand new book, brand new rhymes
brand new p-ssy, brand new thighs
old whip, ol g b-mpin’ cl-ssics when i ride
see the crackling in my eyes, sniff the ashes when i rise
don’t be laughing when we p-ssing get to blasting in your eyes
(uh)
[hook]
hol’ up, hol’ up hol’ up
i’m a real gun loader
got a pocket full of stones, but what’s your stones to my boulders?
got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it’s over
nunez grippin’ on that k that kick back from the shoulder
[verse 1]
got a mind like a g*nius when i flow
just gotta rhyme to give p-n-s to these hoes
a couple lines she just cleaned it with her nose
so i’m like she want seamen in her throat
k-9 klick for you n-gg-s never heard of the name
ain’t gotta wait for you n-gg-s bout to murder the game
raise the steaks lil n-gg- put your burners away, you get hurt if you play
you’ll get murdered for cake
what i tell you lil n-gg- don’t mess with a shooter
c-cked back smith and wesson whiles i’m cleanin’ my ruger
got a chrome 32, 9 milli in luger
got a car waiting for you i ain’t talkin’ bout uber
(uh)
[hook]
hol’ up, hol’ up hol’ up
i’m a real gun loader
got a pocket full of stones, but what’s your stones to my boulders?
got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it’s over
nunez grippin’ on that k that kick back from the shoulder
[verse 2]
that’s my shooter shotter shooter, we got nuthin to lose bruh
clutch semi in his lap while i’m puffin the buddha
or i’ll catch you in your whip, i got h-lla maneuvers
n-gg- out for the chedda, mozzarella and gouda
see my n-gg-s we don’t play, for the cake we’ll grate your face
apes with a’s to k’s will spray and break your plate
then we gon go, back to etobic-ke or sauga city known as marilyn monroe
catch yo -ss lil n-gg- hope you learnin yo lesson
i just laugh at these n-gg-s who be instagram flexin
leave the past in the past and the futures the present
wet you fast with the blast watch who you be testin
(uh)
hook
[outro]
yo, i seen this sh-t when i was abroad
it stuck out to me lil n-gg- like a f-ckin eye sore
because you know imma say this by my own accord
the key to the city should of went to mayor rob ford
[hook]
hol’ up, hol’ up hol’ up
i’m a real gun loader
got a pocket full of stones, but what’s your stones to my boulders?
got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it’s over
nunez grippin’ on that k that kick back from the shoulder
hol’ up, hol’ up hol’ up
i’m a real gun loader
got a pocket full of stones, but what’s your stones to my boulders?
got lieutenants and got soldiers, gotta tell you that it’s over
nunez grippin’ on that k that kick back from the shoulder
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