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letra de stick - q the dreadhead

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[intro]
ah ah ahhh
look
you already know what the f-ck on the beat
q the dreadhead type sh-t n-gga
real fly sh-t n-gga

[chorus]
i’ma cop a stick, bro he gon’ p-ss it
do the dash in the whip, on my wrist, it’s a patek
i ain’t with that jumping sh-t, but we do jack rabbits
it’s an icy road when you gettin’ bread, gotta bag it
i’ma cop a stick, bro he gon’ p-ss it
do the dash in the whip, on my wrist, it’s a patek
i ain’t with that jumping sh-t, but we do jack rabbits
it’s an icy road when you gettin’ bread, gotta bag it

[verse 1]
same crew of n-ggas on the same old sh-t
commander kick in the cut bro gon’ p-ss me the stick
shordi ride like a bmx, but she ain’t a trick tho
hit it right, then i left, split her like a twix bro
a young n-gga just chillin’ with his feet up
you cross me like you jesus, i’ma nail you cus’ we t’d up
chains on em blinding, call them hoes john cena
i’m like why shordi spazzin over a lil’ misdemeanor

[chorus]
i’ma cop a stick, bro he gon p-ss it
do the dash in the whip, on my wrist, it’s a patek
i ain’t with that jumping sh-t, but we do jack rabbits
it’s an icy road when you gettin’ bread, gotta bag it
i’ma cop a stick, bro he gon’ p-ss it
do the dash in the whip, on my wrist, it’s a patek
i ain’t with that jumping sh-t, but we do jack rabbits
it’s an icy road when you gettin’ bread, gotta bag it

[verse 2]
you know i’m drumming’ with that tommy, no hilfiger
dirty k gotta banana, watch how i peel n-ggas
bro handy manny he gon’ really really drill n-ggas
something like ironman i’m always gon’ steal n-gga
a young n-gga on some lyrical sh-t
i got the deaf bobbing heads is you hearing this sh-t
this fe and ar got em’ fearing this sh-t
and if a n-gga want beef then i’m searing this sh-t
i’m rock hard, you breakin’ down, you sediment
the choppa spit when it talk, it got a speech impediment
pop go yo head that sh-t lookin’ like confetti b-tch
youngboul got the sauce, yes i’m on spaghetti sh-t
i walk up to the crib, black timbos
young n-gga keep this pole by his waist, we playin’ limbo
you know me i’ll really have the blammer
i ain’t thor but i stay lowkey with that hammer
i’ll really pull yo card, something like a scammer
couldn’t see me in yo dreams, freddy kruger, sandman ya
gettin’ hotter in this place boy
something like a candle
but i’m fire in this place boy
you just dismantled

[chorus]
i’ma cop a stick, bro he gon p-ss it
do the dash in the whip, on my wrist it’s a patek
i ain’t with that jumping sh-t, but we do jack rabbits
it’s an icy road when you gettin’ bread, gotta bag it
i’ma cop a stick, bro he gon’ p-ss it
do the dash in the whip, on my wrist it’s a patek
i ain’t with that jumping sh-t, but we do jack rabbits
it’s an icy road when you gettin’ bread, gotta bag it

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