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twy - hookah stick lyrics

[intro]
aye what you know about that hookah stick baby
they don’t want smoke, they don’t want smoke
i don’t need some
aye aye

[chorus: twy] (x2)
hookah stick, hookah stick, with the ruler clip
i’m sliding on your block with that hookah stick
hookah stick, hookah stick, i ain’t new to this
i’m in the trap, jumping with my hookah stick

[verse 1: twy]
talking down on me to a b-tch man that’s what b-tches do
i can’t believe you’re still chasing that ho she made a fool of you
hookah stick, i making change but i’m still the same
same n-gga in the street same on the range
hookah stick, my young n-ggas they be shooting sh-t
you n-ggas shooting insta clips and a bunch of shooting trips
ot i’m in a small town where no one knows me
the money spend on my lawer coulda bought a rollie
b-tches play product done daughter don’t approach me
i’m in the trap drunk and sell ouch and moving beverley
two b-tches want me i want you both i don’t wanna pick
i’ve been locked up i’ve been broke i’ve been through the most
h’s b want me back but i can’t fall in love with ho’s no more
big pimping white shark when i’m drinking
big cuz go and spark the stick without thinking
aye, lil n-gga that’s that hookah stick

[verse 1: jetlyse]
i hop up out the coupe with my hookah stick
sliding on your block you know i call this sh-t
i got a tec and a thirty clip hunting down on any chick
street sweap all on my hip everybody gon do the dip
when i bust it down people end up in the ground
yeah i’m real hot and it’s just cause i started now
it’s like i came in knotted and i co rev’d this sh-t
that y’all screaming scotians and you know we getting lit
i’m getting paid to do the hit don’t played get a beat right quick
hot jack in the oldest trick boogie down like we some crips
[hey cuz you feeling this?]
yeah you know i love the sh-ts, smoking on that hookah stick
back to making money tip
on road we getting dope
live gang don’t miss the show
on the ho’s yeah they on the floor
shaking it these girls are ho’s
you ain’t with it then you need a quit it
all you haters on your knees cause i’m the maga city queen

[verse 3: pretty savage]
lil boy cry me a river
he tied up in the base and begged to ticker
i’m drinking i won’t blame it on the liqour
i’m hearing voices but can’t blame it on no whistler’s
trap shorty just walked out the bank
nina on me gon leave a stank
run forest run just like tom hanks
and when i’m off that molly my mind goes blank
look, cashing out never lacking no we stacking
i’m tired of these b-tches they ain’t even in my bracket
i’m sliding down your block with that hookah stick
i don’t want your heart save that sh-t for the next b-tch
hunneds bands in your face boss moves
real stick sparker don’t you get me in that mood
these b-tches get to talking when you get em in that room
i’m married to the game lil b-tch i’m the broom

[outro]
sliding down
aye that song your hear that’s live gang

- twy lyrics

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