tayy brown – stick it lyrics
[intro]
walk like that, talk like that
uh, uh, uh
not if she buck like that
uh, uh, uh
[pre+chorus]
yeah, brand new money, brand new days (sheesh, oh)
brand new glock, brand new k’s (rah)
n+ggas goofy i don’t want to play (nah)
in the back i be gettin’ my way (yeah)
all these b+tches be stuck in they ways
all your n+ggas be passin’ away (sheesh, yeah, ayy)
[chorus]
stick it, she move it, she f+ckin’, she suckin’ (yessir)
different, why they b+tches?
i got money, they listen now
stick it, stick it, stick it, stick it
stick inside my jeans
give out them rackets ’cause i keep me some
[verse 2]
won’t fall in love wit’ a treesh
stick in my jeans hanging out at the beach
all of my oppas know where not to be
just made a 20 might give out a piece (yeah)
i want the smoke but they just send emojis (uh)
still got your b+tch livin’ in wit’ them roaches (b+tch)
still got a budget went buyin’ yo’ clothing
stuck in the streets had to lose my emotions (yeah)
never judge a man, when it comes to that paper understand
it’s the first time i seen a hunnid grand
how the f+ck you gon’ waste a hunnid grand? (how the f+ck?)
i’m making it double, my n+ggas pull up, you know that it’s trouble
boys at the door better not open that duffel
pull out the torch if we don’t want to scruffle (rah)
glock .42 fit in just like a shuffle (yeah, yeah)
i know they love it, p’s going fast, speak up if you want it
i jump in that water, i look like i’m gunna
i slide in that p+ssy, it’s smooth just like b+tter
said she wanna f+ck but i’m still gon’ dub it
i throw on that .40 my guys bout’ to run it
i’m tuckin’ that .40 make boul do the runnin’
i still got some rockets, i don’t plan to touch it
[pre+chorus]
brand new money, brand new days (sheesh, oh)
brand new glock, brand new k’s (rah)
n+ggas goofy i don’t want to play (nah)
in the back i be gettin’ my way (yeah)
all these b+tches be stuck in they ways
all your n+ggas be passin’ away (sheesh, yeah, ayy)
[chorus]
stick it, she move it, she f+ckin’, she suckin’ (yessir)
different, why they b+tches?
i got money, they listen now
stick it, stick it, stick it, stick it
stick inside my jeans
give out them rackets ’cause i keep me some
[outro]
walk like that, talk like that
uh, uh, uh
not if she buck like that
uh, uh, uh
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