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blocboy jb - sticcs (2) lyrics

[intro]
ha, yeah
neighbor gang, yeah, yeah, ha
in this b-tch with my motherf-ckin’ n-ggas
clay, told ’em, hmm, hmm

[verse]
my cousin saddam (word), he taught me how to create bombs (boom)
i made the bread out of crumbs (yeah), i did anything to feed my moms (uh)
i’m smokin’ gas out a bong (gas), one hit of this sh-t’ll f-ck up your lungs (uh)
i f-ck a b-tch if she sprung, she want a n-gga on tip of her tongue (woah, woah, woah)
check out these diamond t–th (shinin’), a-a-a-all of my jewelry, this sh-t is unique (bling)
i might drop a duece for the piece, i just copped the coupe just to drive down the street (skrt)
and you got a maximum, leased, got work but you taxin’ your peeps
and i came a long way from mcdonalds ’cause i was the one with the spatula, sheesh (ha)

[chorus]
(sticks, sticks) thirty round mag (sticks)
fifty round drum (sticks), quit playin’ dumb (b-tch)
the m where i’m from (b-tch, word), the pinky and thumb (b-tch, that’s how i’m movin’)
i’m countin’ up sums (b-tch), you live with your moms (b-tch)
(st-st-sticks, sticks) thirty round mag (sticks)
fifty round drum (sticks), quit playin’ dumb (b-tch)
the m where i’m from (b-tch, word), the pinky and thumb (b-tch, that’s how i’m movin’)
i’m countin’ up sums (b-tch), you live with your moms (b-tch)

- blocboy jb lyrics

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