shinjy - 12 sticks lyrics
[intro: shinjy]
(f+ck, hmm)
i don’t+ i just don’t know what to do at this point bruh
like, i gotta’ go to school in the morning, it’s late as f+ck
bruh, what the f+ck is this n+gga+ shut the f+ck up!
[verse 1: shinjy]
watch out ho, i got a beam in this b+tch (grra, bow, pow)
no doubt ho, they tryna scheme in this b+tch (grra, pow, bow)
his heart cold, might send some heat to his chest
since it’s a sunday you know that these bullets gon’ bless (bop, beep, beep)
that n+gga p+ssy he rockin’ a vest
i took his sh+t ’cause he p+ssy, that’s cause and effect (mmm)
i got 10k in my stussy’s i’m comin’ for next
“you don’t got 10k or stussy’s” (oh my god, who is this?)
yo, shut the+
[verse 2: shinjy]
fu+ f+ck up b+tch!
march through your hood with a band, (f+ck up!) get you drum kicked (brrrrrrrrr)
my n+gga spinnin’ like fans with like+1, 2, 3, 4, 5+ (ehem) 12 sticks!
how you a shooter allergic to sh+llfish (what does that even mean?)
dipped on your man’s when hе jump that’s so selfish
oh that’s your b+tch? we was just watchin’ netflix (bop, bop, bop)
“how many sticks do you got?” why you b+tchin’ likе that? and i told him straight up it’s just six
and she was throwin’ a fit, while she screamin’ and sh+t, and i told ’em just l!ck on my d+ck
she said she wanted a treat, now i gave her my meat, now i’m dipping, no it was a trick
she said she lovin’ on me, she wan’ get in my sheets, and she said she don’t care ’bout the time
i cannot f+ck on that b+tch that’s a crime [?] (nah what did he say)
[intermission: shinjy]
+what the f+ck happened to the beat
(nah jit trippin’)
+nah you’re a pedophile, “that’s a crime?” no she’s under aged
(what he talkin’ ’bout)
+not like+ not like edp, i talkin’ ’bout she’s ugly as f+ck
+nah you’re outrageous
(nah periodt)
+i can explain, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen
(periodt ahh, periodt uhh)
+indubitably, exquivically, unequivocally, outra+
+no n+gga, no n+gga
+yes you are
+i can+ i can explain
[verse 3: shinjy]
i can explain! gimme yo’ jewels b+tch, gimme yo’ chain
you touchin’ who? n+gga must be insane
that was yo’ brain, now it look like a stain
and this chop got him floatin’ like he david blaine (i might just leave it off at the david blain line)
nah, f+ck that!
fill you with holes, like a ticket, i punch that
bet if i beat up on you, you won’t punch back
tie him up, hang that lil’ b+tch like a nut sack (ight, i think its time for me to get off)
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