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letra de stick talk - lor scoota

stick talk g-mix

imma stack this money up till it go rotten
i don’t fuck with none of these niggas cuz i know the plottin
b-tches lookin at my jewelry like she wanna touch it
tell these rap group niggas ybs comin
we the real d-boys with the dope money
i’m the only one eatin off of show money
all these niggas say they eatin gotta show me somethin
if you really gettin bands nigga go get you some jewelry

i’ll fuck this cash up on designer fabrics
i just was lookin at some loubs like “i gotta have em”
these some diesel jeans baby not no h&m’s
you see that h around my waist that mean it’s hermes
louie keychain and a pair of cartiers
told this b-tch i’m half italian just got nigga hair
just a hair pin on the trigger bet not even dare
all it take is one tap and 50 come outta there
all that stuntin, boy niggas goin get you outta there
hope your street cred is as official as you say it is
it ain’t no refs to blow the whistle out here in the field
i’m still in the trenches, don’t like how the county feel
unless i’m with a b-tch ducked off somewhere up in the hills
she look so innocent, a foreign b-tch behind the wheel
she love that trap shit, all she b-mp is trap shit
she with all that roll up the blunt and hold my strap shit

yeah this that fuck ya b-tch talk, we be talkin grams too
i done got my d-ck sucked, while i’m hittin sales too

got so many stories bout on the block
never seen your hoe -ss on no block
bought a case of dousse just to give it to the ladies
me and ronnie sippin dousse nigga standin on the table
in the club i don’t know you, stay the fuck way from my table
got too many niggas waitin, beat ya -ss till you disabled
i been through a lot of sluts, fucked my past up
now i’m lookin at my future through the frames of my medusas
ridin round b-mpin future word to future i’m the future
put that pain in every song plus i be dressin so exclusive
all the d-boys feel my music all the b-tches they be choosin
you ain’t got enough yet, the streets don’t know me from no music
you ain’t hot enough yet, don’t you come for me stupid
i ain’t got no rap deal and i’m still gettin to it

i ain’t got no respect for most of these rappers
my life was hard i had to overcome some challenges
these rappers soft actin boogie on some f-ggy shit
stick talk i’m stickin to what den got me here
ask a nigga how he wanna carry it
stick talk we got more sticks than a bird nest (x2)

- lor scoota

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