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babysantana - ‎stick remix lyrics

[intro]
yeah, gang
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, what?
yeah, yeah, gang

[chorus]
i keep a bl!ck in the whip
if he wanna run he get with the stick (stick)
balmain jeans with the rick (rick)
i got a glock and it came with a— shh
i can’t take a picture, i keep fl!cking my wrist
she see me in the mall, now she wanna take fl!cks
he keep talkin’, that rod split his nose, know that we all know that little boy, he not sl!ck
[verse]
woah, i can’t go out sad, i put that on my bro
and they know i’m dripped out, rick owen on my toes
and she be like, “tana, boy, you do the most” (bah)
shoot him in public, look at that lil’ boy froze
prada jeans and they filled with the rolls
left the party and we hop in that ghost
the feds on us, lil’ bro, we got to go (go)

[chorus]
i keep a bl!ck in the whip
if he wanna run he get with the stick (stick)
balmain jeans with the rick (rick)
i got a glock and it came with a— shh
i can’t take a picture, i keep fl!cking my wrist
she see me in the mall, now she wanna take fl!cks
he keep talkin’, that rod split his nose, know that we all know that little boy, he not sl!ck
i keep a bl!ck in the whip
if he wanna run he get with the stick (stick)
balmain jeans with the rick (rick)
i got a glock and it came with a— shh
i can’t take a picture, i keep fl!cking my wrist
she see me in the mall, now she wanna take fl!cks
he keep talkin’, that rod split his nose, know that we all know that little boy, he not sl!ck

[outro]
stick
stick
rick
blatt

- babysantana lyrics

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