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letra de stuck (feat. dan) - no pitty

[intro: dan flory]
better cap imma leave period
who down to ride fast furious
imma leave my b-tch on read
i just left my b-tch on read
i’m on my vibe f-ck what you said
i heard that you throw it back
she in my dm i double tap

[hook: no pitty]
three shots four shots five shots in
and i’m stuck
three shots four shots five shots in
and i’m stuck
trying to move but i ain’t having luck
trying to move but i ain’t having luck yuh
three shots four shots five shots in
and i’m stuck
three shots four shots five shots in
and i’m stuck
n-ggas big hate but i don’t give a f-ck
n-ggas big hate and i don’t give a f-ck
aye

[verse 2: dan flory]
three shots four shots five shots in
and i’m turnt
don’t f-ck with no hoe
cause then you get burnt
huh
walk up in here like
mm who want the smoke
i f-ck on your b-tch
while she call you a joke
i don’t know n0body who do it better
look like a bank the way she be sweating
i’m throwing money it look like a feather
i’m throwing money it look like the weather
i’m boutta f-ck a b-tch in my drop top
imma go tear it
heard that was your girl
and she didn’t care either
but i say f-ck it
i wanna f-ck her
[hook: no pitty]
three shots four shots five shots in
and i’m stuck
three shots four shots five shots in
and i’m stuck
trying to move but i ain’t having luck
trying to move but i ain’t having luck yuh
three shots four shots five shots in
and i’m stuck
three shots four shots five shots in
and i’m stuck
n-ggas big hate but i don’t give a f-ck
n-ggas big hate and i don’t give a f-ck
aye

[verse 3: no pitty]
like thomas the train she blowing my whistle
the back of her throat my stick finna tickle
the drip run down her leg issa trickle
knives b-tch nah i’m bringing a sickle
lil n-gga stick him up
made like fifty bucks
if you counting the heads we ain’t one of them
we just counting the bread yeah we having fun
we the masters of baking we clapping buns
shooting my shot rip that boy kobe
two bitty’s twerking they don’t even know me
act like they lonely
act like they own me
shawty be spicey she jal-up and on me
when i mop
mop
mop
mop
we won’t stop
stop
stop
stop
aye
[hook: no pitty]
three shots four shots five shots in
and i’m stuck
three shots four shots five shots in
and i’m stuck
trying to move but i ain’t having luck
trying to move but i ain’t having luck yuh
three shots four shots five shots in
and i’m stuck
three shots four shots five shots in
and i’m stuck
n-ggas big hate but i don’t give a f-ck
n-ggas big hate and i don’t give a f-ck
aye

- no pitty

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