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sticky - lil baby lyrics

[intro]
(cook that sh-t up quay)
yeah
yeeeaaah, yeah
yeeeaaah, yeah
let’s get it

[verse 1]
hop out the van with a stick like i’m dracula
i got a sack, so these b-tches wanna tackle us
we going first, give a f-ck ’bout who after us
stand on front line for the team, i’m amb-ssador
we got a stick in this b-tch, and we ready to hit
i ain’t scared of n-body
i got some homies who knocking sh-t off
and i swear they don’t be telling n-body
lil homie got caught, he ain’t tell on n-body
send him a lawyer because he stay solid
you need me, you know that i’m comin’, i gotchu
i’m takin’ charge, i ain’t sitting back watchin’
i’m buyin’ houses, i ain’t buyin’ watches
they see what i do, and they jock it and cop it
these b-tches know when they see me they flocking
the plug was too hot so i told him to drop it
he sent me a load for the low and i rocked it
they gave me a dub for a show and i rocked it
i put me a m in the safe and i locked it
i came up from nothin’, i swear i’ma pop it
your b-tch in my ride and she tryna give toppy
she tryna hold me for hostage
i ain’t no regular n-gg-, i’m poppin’
still sellin’ bags in the projects

[chorus]
hundred thousand for your wrist watch
think you poppin’ n-gg-, throw your hood up
i got the stick and i’m sticky
they tried to start a commotion but we with the sh-ts
i got the glizzy in through the back door
we got it lit in the club, throwin’ racks up
police hatin’, tryna har-ss us
n-gg-s sayin’ they gon drag us
hundred thousand for your wrist watch
think you poppin’ n-gg-, throw your hood up
i got the stick and i’m sticky
they tried to start a commotion but we with the sh-ts
i got the glizzy in through the back door
we got it lit in the club, throwin’ racks up
police hatin’, tryna har-ss us
n-gg-s sayin’ they gon drag us

[verse 2]
realest n-gg- in it, never did it
flyest n-gg- ever, independent
all my n-gg-s winnin’, really gettin’ it
all you n-gg-s p-ss-es, really b-tches
ran off with your misses, now she missin’
whole team ballin’, shootin’, blitzin’
diamonds fighting with each other, hittin’
flew her out the country, then i hit her
these from out the country, you can’t get em
country boys make ’em, come and get em
we just tryna make a couple million
f-ck the feds and spend it on my children
they ask me why i’m mad, cause my young n-gg- sittin’ in the cage
he ain’t never coming home
i got lil nate with me right now
if i send him the word, then he gone with your dome

- lil baby lyrics

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