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atmosphere - the stick up (feat. eyedea) lyrics

(slug)
ho’s and tramps, f-cks and sl-ts
b-tches, scams, t-ts, b-tts
b-tches be creamin for this 8-inch demon
and when you hear me screamin i’m about to free the s-m-n
wipe myself off on ya couch cover
if she talks any trash i’ll flash my boxcutter
‘cuz i’m rougher than any pimp ya had in ya life, ho
i talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
kill that bullsh-t, cuz if baby gets spiteful
i’m lacin her liquor with some p-ss and some lysol
rollin a sh-t brown lincoln eatin a stickybun
spot-check the flock, pig one is gonna give me some
cuz i’m a freak, i like the girls with tattoos
yo i once got busy in a burger king drive-thru!
i’ll take em two at a time, make em both say my name
ain’t ever had three, but best believe that i’m game!
and that’s the key, game
girl, i fit words like scrabble
the inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle
cruisin lakestreet, gene-pool ridin shotgun
got the flyest trickies from the mississippi to boston
i got a house full of p-rn to keep the vibe warm,
the door’s always open honey, come outta the storm
yo i got daddys’ little girls, ones that always stay true
got an uptown girl, she dyes her pubic hair blue
and i got a b-tch that lives in kenwood, rich townhouse flavor
she travels on business, i’m gettin down with her neighbors
i got a freak, drives a bus, shows me love with the free rides
a hundred hos in saint paul, but only one from eastside
got a bloomington b-tch with a pool at her appartment
rugburns all over from f-ckin her on the carpet
got the mega mall hos make em all work the food court
yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of newports
got stripper b-tches, body jewels and fake t-tties
got a ho that lives in fargo for when i escape the city
but my favorite one outta all of em is your girl
i sway the tongue, never once have i been forceful
she lays it on like it’s a job that she loves
yo whose lips are these? the response is always “slug’s”
the richfield b-tches freak the lip gloss and hairspray
and downtown women that like to f-ck on the staircase
northside chicks, southside chicks, suburban chicks
love to open married women up to the perverted mix!
disturbin your relationship, excuse my morals
i work it with the way i trick em out, silly mortals
the words i kick, the sport i play, know what to say
when i’m sittin at this buffet with all these tasty morsels!
but my favorite one outta all of em is your girl
i sway the tongue, never once have i been forceful
she lays it on like it’s a job that she loves
yo whose lips are these? the response is always slug’s
cruisin down the street in my baby’s mom’s capris
febuary, got the windows cracked, wearin a fleece
hit the bus depot, yo bu, you kinda cute
give me nine and a half weeks
and i’ll have that freak [sniffin tude?]
distribute income across the rotten fruited plain
i know it’s hard bein young girl let me soothe the pain
i understand you baby, straight up i understand
now lift up your -ss so i can pull these f-ckin pants down
the only ones i don’t do is those under 18
or at least i keep that sh-t a secret if you know what i mean
i got sl-ts that love to give head, and i love to watch
the way they move they heads up and down my…

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