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jonoosis - sticks n pistols lyrics

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[chorus]
huh, huh, huh balenci on my jeans, huh, huh, i’m all about that life
fucking on yo’ bitch, from the back, i’m gon’ break her spine
flexin on broke bitches yo’ paycheck is almost like a dime
flew your bitch out to paris, yeah it’s fashion week
so much paper on me, huh, huh i got all the trees
trigger finger itchin’ gonna kill that boy with just a squeeze
brand new hoe try suck me and my gang, yeah, she a freak

[verse]
got a brand new check, yeah i’m laughing to da’ bank
whip that brand new amg truck, yeah it looking like a tank
ever since you leave me i went up and you done shrank
i don’t know what was you saying, yeah, i was just sippin’ on drank
blocked that hoe’s number yeah she won’t stop calling
i ain’t receiving yo’ calls yeah i’m too busy ballin’
got, so much weed i’m gon’ get high bitch i won’t feel nun’
got, so much weed i’m gon’ get high bitch i won’t feel nun’
semi+auto rifles gon’ send a pussy bitch to hell
she give me head with passion, yeah, i can fucking tell
floor the srt, cops behind, i ain’t going to jail
pistol whip the pussy ass bitch, make his head swell
tough talkin on me up the fye’, turn that pussy to a bitch
hoe said she wanna ride in my whip, huh, i said “which?”
if i go broke, i’m taking yo’ shit, yeah you better not snitch
if i fire i ain’t gon’ miss cause i got a beam, on a switch
[bridge]
all my clothes worth racks
fucking yo’ bitch yeah she eating me up i’m fucking her up i’m hitting it from the back
at the function pouring up lines
red in my cup but it ain’t no wine
free my shooters they doing time
be happy with your hoe right now she mine, yuh

[verse 2]
fire that mac above the neck
watching as the racks come in, it’s just check, after check
shut up, bitch i’m tryna geek, i’m pouring up hi+tech
i’m living at the top got so much cash and yo’ life lookin’ like a wreck
my hoe want me to come over just so that she can give me top
at balenci spending checks, ima’ sell out the whole shop
pussy bitch switch sides on me, from a bro and now an opp
watch me shoot him with my chrome heart lens, watch his body drop
i tote sticks and pistols yeah don’t try me
yeah, pfft, bitch pour me up, yeah i need lean
yeah, pfft, bitch roll me up, yeah i need weed
yeah she screaming huh i’m way too deep

[chorus]
huh, huh, huh balenci on my jeans, huh, huh, i’m all about that life
fucking on yo’ bitch, from the back, i’m gon’ break her spine
flexin on broke bitches yo’ paycheck is almost like a dime
flew your bitch out to paris, yeah it’s fashion week
so much paper on me, huh, huh i got all the trees
trigger finger itchin’ gonna kill that boy with just a squeeze
brand new hoe try suck me and my gang, yeah, she a freak



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