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stitches - j.j. sanders lyrics

boom boom!

[hook]
stitches!
f*ck around and get some stitches! (f*ck around and get some!)
my n*gga steph curry with the pistol
cause that n*gga won’t miss you! (cause that n*gga won’t miss you!)
we on’t do the lip wrestling
cause my n*ggas will hit you (cause my n*ggas will hit you!)
if my tolerance was any worse, i’d make ya family miss you
i’d make ya family miss you (ooh*ooh*ooo!)
stit, stit, stit, stitches! (stit, stit, stit, stitch n*gga!)
keep talking all that hot sh*t
and get popped in ya sh*t n*gga!
right up in yo uh, right up in yo uh, aye!
put a band down on the hit n*gga! (put a band down!)
running round with monsters
on that lilo and stitch n*gga!

[verse 1]
all i know is mob rules
because i’ll never switch n*gga!
loyalty’s all i know when it’s wartime
my n*ggas trained to go, so i hit the trench with em
i treat my n*ggas like my blood brothers
before i snitch, i’ma havе to do the bid with em (uh*huh!)
lord knows i stand strong in my religion
if a n*gga gеt to tripping, he gone have to go and live with him (yeah!)
i won’t feel no different
we’re all sinners, so no judging how i’m sinning
i’d say the same bout this money that i’m getting
but y’all really ain’t winning how i’m winning
i don’t know who you mistake me as
but i’m not the type of n*gga that’ll spare your f*cking feelings
money can’t buy happiness
but i guarantee you i feel better than all you n*ggas that don’t get it! (hahaha!)
they grimy as ever
they’ll support the come up while they plotting on your downfall
a label wouldn’t have the guts to drop me!
i’m the one that make the d*mn calls
everything i drop is epic word to l.a. reid
might as well view the charts whenever i release
watch my sh*t go up like do*re*mi*fa*so*la*ti*do
sit back and watch me glow! (ahh!)
[hook]
stitches!
f*ck around and get some stitches! (f*ck around and get some!)
my n*gga steph curry with the pistol
cause that n*gga won’t miss you! (cause that n*gga won’t miss you!)
we on’t do the lip wrestling
cause my n*ggas will hit you (cause my n*ggas will hit you!)
if my tolerance was any worse, i’d make ya family miss you
i’d make ya family miss you (ooh*ooh*ooo!)
stit, stit, stit, stitches! (stit, stit, stit, stitch n*gga!)
keep talking all that hot sh*t
and get popped in ya sh*t n*gga!
right up in yo uh, right up in yo uh, aye!
put a band down on the hit n*gga! (put a band down!)
running round with monsters
on that lilo and stitch n*gga! (n*ggas on the!)

[verse 2]
n*ggas on the net talking crazy (talking crazy?!)
must’ve forgot i can see your location (p*ssy!)
ain’t no talking it out because we’re past that (past that!)
tell your honor that i’ll take the probation (probation!)
i could really give a f*ck what it’s saying
but society has labeled me a lost cause (like a lost cause!)
i ain’t gotta be a shooter, cause the n*ggas that i hang around
carry 9’s like a squad car (lay yo ass down!)
digression…
i hope n0body see me different
cause i think i’m a cool n*gga that’s about his business
cause i’m only on the scene if the money getting fingerprinted (uh!)
on 85 doing 90
got a foreign in my passenger, i probably got my fingers in it! (uh!)
she let me see d’s for a cd
her future look bright cause i just might’ve seen me in it!
i just might’ve seen me in it!
i just might’ve seen me in it!
on 85 doing 90
got a foreign in my passenger, i probably got my fingers in it
she let me see d’s for a cd
her future look bright cause i just might’ve seen me in it!
twenty, twenty, twenty, 21st holla at us!

- j j sanders lyrics

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