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stick talk - keep6ixsolid lyrics

[chorus: tyty yungz]
i still pop out with that stick on me
i show love, ain’t get it back, them n*ggas switch on me
she come ’round gang, won’t get her back, can’t get your b*tch off me
young and dumb, but we get paper like your big homie, like your big dawg
we ain’t into twitter fingers, rather let them sticks talk
play with a p*ssy with my trigger finger, i know how she get on
for the police, they can’t come outside, and flip phones
all this money, chains, cars, and clothes, really got ’em p*ssed off

[verse 1: apbabyyy]
p*ssed off, and the money talk cheap, no, i don’t even gotta say sh*t
ain’t no time for waiting, i’m just having conversation
money keep on generating
tryna run the generation
f*ck it, pick up a bag, drop it on your ass with all this money i be making
blast it off, gotta bring a bag to talk to me, get a pack and hand it off
and the police wanted me, enough of these drugs its hard to see
still baby be true to me
baby i’m sipping patron, she feel in love, we was off hennessy
late nights we all on the road
trapping like we shipping the stones
lil baddie she calling my phone
i cannot wife her cause she was a ho
you know we got them big glocks
you know he chipping big rocks
run up we let that stick talk
better pray you don’t get picked off
[chorus: tyty yungz]
i still pop out with that stick on me
i show love, ain’t get it back, them n*ggas switch on me
she come ’round gang, won’t get her back, can’t get your b*tch off me
young and dumb, but we get paper like your big homie, like your big dawg
we ain’t into twitter fingers, rather let them sticks talk
play with a p*ssy with my trigger finger, i know how she get on
for the police, they can’t come outside, and flip phones
all this money, chains, cars, and clothes, really got ’em p*ssed off

[verse 2: tyty yungz]
police taking pics like paparazzi
we stuck in that hood still
everywhere they try to clock me
we still brought them guns here
they loyalty the highway
i don’t want no basic b*tch i need my ho to be on sh*t
i’m so [?]
we gon’ make sure they all dead to finish what they started
can’t survive one to the head it gon’ make him r*t*rded
’til we dead or in the feds, i’m with my dawg regardless
’til we dead or in the feds, i’m with my dawg regardless
stuck with that pain sometimes i feel like all them scars open
they took my dawg i’m steady thinking i’m a heart swollen
i’m so high broken, wipe away them tears get high f*ck with my emotions
[chorus: tyty yungz]
i still pop out with that stick on me
i show love, ain’t get it back, them n*ggas switch on me
she come ’round gang, won’t get her back, can’t get your b*tch off me
young and dumb, but we get paper like your big homie, like your big dawg
we ain’t into twitter fingers, rather let them sticks talk
play with a p*ssy with my trigger finger, i know how she get on
for the police, they can’t come outside, and flip phones
all this money, chains, cars, and clothes, really got ’em p*ssed off

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