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letra de sticks without stones - yung mordecai

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[chorus]
we smokin’ your ass with the sticks without stones
sticks, no stones
sticks, no stones
we smokin’ your ass with the sticks without stones
sticks, no stones
sticks, no stones
sticks without stones
sticks, no stones
sticks without stones

[verse 1]
rockstar b-tch, yeah, rockstar b-tch
loadin’ clips, yeah, they’re licensed
they’re legal to own, i ain’t matt schultz
loadin’ up some these colts, these guns got bullets
some motherf-cker came by and stole it
these b-tches got lawns and i’m gon’ mow ’em
if these b-tches are choices, i’m gon’ blow ’em
if this draco’s a movie, i’m gon’ show it

[bridge]
sticks, no stones
sticks without stones
sticks, no stones
sticks without stones
sticks, no stones
sticks without stones
sticks, no stones
sticks without stones
all these assault rifles and deaths give me motivation
when i flip this switch, this motherf-cker gets automation
all these assault rifles and deaths give me motivation
when i flip this switch, this motherf-cker gets automation
all these assault rifles and deaths give me motivation
when i flip this switch, this motherf-cker gets automation
all these assault rifles and deaths give me motivation
when i flip this switch, this motherf-cker gets automation
[verse 2]
i’m not a fan of kindly f-ckin’ ’round
i’m gonna blast your ass all the way downtown
i don’t care if it gives you a f-cking frown
i’ll still send your ass 6 feet underground
homicide and my life go hand-in-hand
the cops are afraid to f-ck around my band
with a stick is the only way that i’ll ever stand
a world of chaos is my f-cking ideal land
i can’t stand all these fake-ass gangstas
the worst thing they’ll ever be is a pranksta
if you survive this a-k, i’ll still shank ya
i sleep on a money bed, because i stack up
i’m lil’ humpty dumpty, because i crack up
when i see your f-cking corpse in a sack, um
keep your buddies by your side, ’cause i’ll sack ’em
body bags stacking in the corner, like the racks
smokin’ on your b-tches, like i smoke on this crack
i went back to school, because d-mn i don’t know jack
sh-t, i think you’re right about to get f-ckin’ smacked

[chorus]
we smokin’ your ass with the sticks without stones
sticks, no stones
sticks, no stones
we smokin’ your ass with the sticks without stones
sticks, no stones
sticks, no stones
sticks without stones
sticks, no stones
sticks without stones
we smokin’ your ass with the sticks without stones
sticks, no stones
sticks, no stones
we smokin’ your ass with the sticks without stones
sticks, no stones
sticks, no stones
sticks without stones
sticks, no stones
sticks without stones
we smokin’ your ass with the sticks without stones
sticks, no stones
sticks, no stones
we smokin’ your ass with the sticks without stones
sticks, no stones
sticks, no stones
sticks without stones
sticks, no stones
sticks without stones

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