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static - 1takejay lyrics

[intro]
beatboy taught me

[chorus * 1takejay]
wait hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
ay b*tch i’m back at it like a crack addict (like a crack addict)
we brought them sticks in the party if you want static (ooh)
ay i’m running up them digits like it’s mathematics
ay b*tch i’m in my bag call that backpackin’ (call that backpackin’)
ay b*tch i’m back at it like a crack addict (like a crack addict)
we brought them sticks in the party if you want static (ooh)
ay i’m running up them digits like it’s mathematics (like it’s mathematics)
ay b*tch i’m in my bag call that backpackin’

[verse 1 * rich espy]
walk in the party with the stick
your b*tch pulling on my d*ck
i could smell the molly on her lips
[?] whippin’ in the six
[?] still whippin’ up a brick
1take f*cking with the crips
west side money get the bag
now [?] f*ckin’ with [?]
i was in the foreign with the new paper tag
say you was born i’ma give her that crack
give her that dope d*ck [?] from the back
my baby momma [?] still stashed
b*tch i went to jail and came back
put her whole [?] in the bag
[?] in the party [?]
make an n*gga dance when i shoot
lookin like [?] the juice
[?] when i’m [?]

[chorus * 1takejay]
wait hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
ay b*tch i’m back at it like a crack addict (like a crack addict)
we brought them sticks in the party if you want static (ooh)
ay i’m running up them digits like it’s mathematics
ay b*tch i’m in my bag call that backpackin’ (call that backpackin’)
ay b*tch i’m back at it like a crack addict (like a crack addict)
we brought them sticks in the party if you want static (ooh)
ay i’m running up them digits like it’s mathematics (like it’s mathematics)
ay b*tch i’m in my bag call that backpackin’

[verse 2 * rich sheen]
back in my day i used to sell work to the crack addicts
sixteen make it flip like a gymnastic
fell off, bounced back, now we back at it
west side n*gga you could tell by my fashion
mix the henny [?] champagne
f*ck a lot of these b*tches off my name
got passed security with the pistol
shoot her in the cut he ain’t turnt off no liquor
drip down head to toe
if the b*tches ain’t f*cking then the b*tches gotta go
we gone pick up the phone and call some more
ay 1take won’t you call some of the groupie hoes
got more game than all you n*ggas
we got more money than all you n*ggas
she say she fell in love with a west side n*gga

[outro * 1takejay]
wait hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

- 1takejay lyrics

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