ras - stuck her lyrics
[intro]
i know what you mean zach why don’t you just go talk to your mom
gotta get the cancer out my lungs
aye
[chorus]
these lil’ n-ggas got me bent aye, spent aye, iphone look like ten aye
you a stupid b-tch and y’all keep f-ckin’ with these bands
aye my b-tch aye, rippin’ off my pants uh
she just want the d-ck, even tho’ she got a mans
i don’t give a f-ck if a n-gga wanna dance aye
he can catch these hands cause i stuck her with my lance
runnin’ cause he mad aye, f-cked her pretty fast aye
leave her in my place, aye give a f-ck i’m bad aye
[verse 1]
you a lil’ b-tch if you come testin’ me, i cook with that recipe
calculate my sh-t you comin’ close but you can’t answer me
i can’t f-ck you stressin’ me, i don’t want you pressin’ me
you can go and leave or i might run out with a felony
what they teachin’ me in school is just a waste of time
i’m always feelin’ f-ckin’ fooled and now i wanna die aye
you can go out by yourself cause i don’t wanna dine
even though my f-ckin’ b-tch is lookin’ h-lla fine aye
pull up ima’ shoot you with the f-ckin’ pistol aye
got that b-tch she suckin’ on my godd-mn noodle aye
p-ssy hairy it look like a fuzzy poodle aye
gun to my head with four bars left aye
rob a n-gga with a d-mn basehead aye
he a fiend he just need the f-ckin’ meds aye
all this sh-t illegal where the f-ckin feds aye
[chorus]
these lil’ n-ggas got me bent aye, spent aye, iphone look like ten aye
you a stupid b-tch and y’all keep f-ckin’ with these bands
aye my b-tch aye, rippin’ off my pants uh
she just want the d-ck, even tho’ she got a mans
i don’t give a f-ck if a n-gga wanna dance aye
he can catch these hands cause i stuck her with my lance
runnin’ cause he mad aye, f-cked her pretty fast aye
leave her in my place, aye give a f-ck i’m bad aye
[verse 2]
ride round in my v12 with the racks in the middle aye
pull up ima’ shoot you with the f-ckin’ pistol aye
got you b-tch she suckin’ on the godd-mn noodle aye
p-ssy hairy it look like a fuzzy poodle aye
gun to my head with four bars left aye
rob a n-gga with a d-mn basehead aye
he a fiend now he need some f-ckin’ meds
all this sh-t illegal where the f-ckin’ feds aye
[outro: ras & oddjoy]
yes sir, yes sir
uh-huh, yea
alright y’all mo’f-ckers
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