pitbull – sticky icky (feat. jim jones) lyrics
(feat. lil jon, diddy, jim jones, & ying yang twins)
[pitbull: talking]
hey jim jones,
let’s show these boys how it really goes down
hey lil jon,
u know what we tell these boys when they campin out wit the blunt right
we tell em puff, puff p-ss wit yo punk -ss
i said puff, puff, p-ss wit yo punk -ss
[hook:]
i smell that sticky icky
who got that sticky icky
i got that sticky icky, icky, icky
i smell that sticky icky
who got that sticky icky
i got that sticky icky, icky, icky
i smell that sticky (oh yeah)
who got that sticky (i do)
i smell that sticky (oh yeah)
who got that sticky (me too)
i smell that sticky (oh yeah)
who got that sticky (i do)
i smell that sticky (oh yeah)
who got that sticky (me too)
[verse 1:]
u know tha drill
break it up (break it up)
u know tha drill
roll it up (roll it up)
u know tha drill
light it up (light it up)
u know tha drill
smoke it up (smoke it up)
now puff, puff p-ss wit yo punk -ss
u messin up the rotation
that thang there burnin fast
this ain’t a joke, stop playin
i need to smoke
this thang can get dirty
and i ain’t talkin bout sprinklin c-ke
i need that sticky icky
that miami crippy
that washington high purple
watch out that thang will hurt u
i need that cali chronic
d-mn a chico on it
some of that seatlle supersonic
will have u like i don’t want it
messed up
high as a kite
now roll the next one
and p-ss me the light
cuz we ready (fa sho)
ready (to go)
ready (to blow)
let’s roll
[hook]
[verse 2: jim jones]
if thirty’s the new twenty
patron’s the new henney
roll in a new bentley
blowin like two twenty
that ain’t the price of the car
now that’s a half ounce of piff dawg (purple)
u gotta have a strong chest just to hit the raw
or she’ll be coughin up a lung
harlem where we from
so of course we gettin drunk (twisted)
we hit the parties, poppin bottles just for fun (ballin)
smoke in ya club, call the coppers
let em come
miami, trey 0 five
we cop it out the bro house (fo shizzy)
a generator, so the lights don’t go out (two of dem)
a big profit in that greenery
we now stoppin by the beach just for scenery
when here it’s 45, up here it’s 65
meet u in carolina
get it for 55 (we got them pounds)
cuz everyday we hustlin
it’s heavy cake and druggin it
so heavyweight we smuggle it
[hook]
puff, puff p-ss wit yo punk -ss [x4]
[hook: til beat fades out]
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