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letra de stick up - $nakeeyez

ladies and gentleman
i would like to personally apologize for what’s about to take place
i’m gonna need everybody to put their hands in the air cause this a m-th-f-ckin’ stick up
i want y’all to place all of your belongings in this basket right the f-ck now
don’t do nothing f-cking stupid, and i promise no blood will be shed
i guarantee if i have everyone’s cooperation, it’ll be over asap
i don’t want to be your pals, your homies, none of that sh-t
just do what the f-ck i tell you, and you have my word y’all come back in one piece
i’m begging y’all, i’m armed, dangerous, and desperatе
so don’t give me a reason to start slicin’ and dicin’ sh-t up
just hand ovеr y’all s— nice and easy, and it won’t be no m-th-f-ckin’ problems
i’m on my ninja sh-t, ain’t no need for an introduction
y’all n-ggas suck in y’all guts, and prepare for liposuction
it’s gonna be a lot of tommy guns wanting to take it to the streets
chill the f-ck out over words, don’t want p-ss on my white sheet
so many men wanna be 50, but pop wasn’t one
come to the north side of chicago to find your lost son
tell him and ja to end the beef before they start fighting with canes
y’all a little too old to be talking about sn-tching chains
tell k!lla cam i’m ready to fly with the dips
i ain’t got no role models, and i could use a few tips
i would love to battle jada, but not for 700k
i rather spend that cash on deion’s old hair spray
tell hov to come out of hiding, i got off on your level
i ain’t with the hard knocks, just a jigsaw and a shovel
jermaine get off your slumber, get them coles out of your eyes
you been in maternity too long, say goodbye to your middle child
kendrick done f-cked up and made the good kid mad
beiber jr held you up with a super soaker, you know sh-t’s bad (d-mn)
laroi talking ’bout henny, but he ain’t got no emotions (you f-cked up)
i’ll make noise like your gimmick, start some real commotion
em i’m a fan, but toe to toe i could stan
you the goat, but you can’t stop a battering ram
carti ass know he can’t rap, stop playin’ boi (whole lotta bullsh-t)
you a kid reenacting action movies with toys (pewn)
lil uzi can’t f-ck with me, he ain’t got enough rounds
do a 40 vert on yo ass, they’ll hear how this poster sounds (ah)
harlow don’t want the drama, you need to add more muscle
fore i show you what’s popping, and burst your little bubble (pop)
if lil baby’s music ain’t for errybody, i don’t want to hear it (i gotta be honest)
your pen game plays one song, why the f-ck should i fear it?
da baby gotta step up, he’s still in potty training
dorian gray in this gallery, still attached to that same old painting (sh-t boring)
bhabie needs a pacifier, that girl’s still a child (goo-goo gaga)
she clout chased dr.phil, and her ass is still wild
suburban white girls wanna rap (whoa vicky)
her music got the e.coli (whoa sh-tty)
if tory wanna get in my lane, he gonna have to do more than just say it
no apologies to dax, no features, now save it
tell meg to stop f-cking up 90’s hip hop hits
fore i get the acepromazine, now you really gonna sit
does bryson rap or sing, he gotta make up his mind
i’m not sure if i should judge him by his notes or his rhymes (trapsoul sh-t)
tell jacquees take off them covers, ‘fore i turn up the heat (yeahee)
they threw you a bone, now your t–th’s on everyone’s meat
ella mai needs a hit project, not just a bunch of singles
your discography’s just as plain as your diet (dry ass pringles)
ariana’s a special guest on van pelt for her beat selection (congratulations)
watch me use my bells and whistles for her ejection (get yo ass out of here)
chaka got ten wrinkled toes, and she needs to plant ’em (for real)
cause you can’t con anybody, when you f-cked up the anthem
i know who’s the queen of r&b, and it ain’t najia (kehlani)
don’t lie to me saying you’re sasha fierce aligned with the pariah (em said it, not me)
lede’s doing her own cooking, but not of it stirs (f-ck is this sh-t?)
she shares the throne with najia, now she’s saying i’m her (good ass song, no lie)
cardi said she graduated, but she ain’t got no diploma (how sway?)
the world got a taste of the wap, but not everybody liked the aroma
the migos should be on snl, cause all they do is ad-lib (straight whack)
something i had to do, to sneak all the food out of lizzo’s crib (bon apetitty)
if y’all give me a chance to name another whack ass rapper? (don’t care if he from the chi)
who kisses ass on someone who should’ve been closed the chapter (now you sound like a college dropout)
if it’s anybody i left off, y’all ain’t safe from my wrath
it’s either all love, or cause you can’t cleanse in a bloodbath
i’ve done enough
thanks for y’all cooperation
imma start releasing my hostages one by one
no beefs for real tho’ man, it’s just music
just letting y’all know i’m here
anybody got a f-cking problem?
sharpen y’all f-cking pen game, and leave that gun at home
cause i ain’t scared of none of y’all motherf-ckers
this is $nake eyez on my ninja sh-t twenty-four f-cking seven to any rapper that want it
y’all motherf-ckers better stay in y’all box in that pineapple under the sea
cause if y’all try to come on my shores
i’ll leave y’all n-ggas flopping like y’all album sales, ya b-tches

- nakeeyez

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