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yxndy - stick! lyrics

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okay, walkdown with that stick

still tryna flood my wrist and flip dem pounds

i risk my life for fl!cks

don’t f+ckround

flock round

he gets sticked
she come round my stick get stiff

still tryna flex, not rest in p+ss

my body stay my soul gon’ dip

i’m not gon’ give no f+cks about this

youse a narc but sell narcotics?

sauce em’ in

don’t set that party

my old me shoot up them parties

he slid out

said yan departed him

he come out this part

said i ball out

cus i just crossed him up
shots at me

can’t touch me

congo on

slide pass like

what the f+ck

i c+ck back my melanin

this carbon here

gon getchu’ tucked

its light skin as the sh+t, but b+tch my ancestors

don’t give a f+ck

slide

slide

never taught mе none
don’t+

slide

slide

nеver brought me none

duality’s a b+tch

so, when i pullup both y’all

getting robbed

uh

uh

see it’s irrelevant

uh

uh

self+preservation list

our life gon’ sound intelligent

but most of us ain’t prepared of sh+t

they not gon’ know what’s really right from wrong

it’s embarrassing

i mean let’s not forget our sins in songs

it’s imperative

our kids gon’ spread our message

when we dead

pass it when we gone

yo momma don’t een’ know i’m raising dead

b+tch i’m really god

don’t try me

take yo’ son off bridge and then

b+tch go burn eem’ off, and wait till until his f+cking body

drop

just to heal em’ up

like a tv and on sum straight sh+t

if you turn me

i’m gon’ turn you off

za za out the bowl

said it’d be wrong if he don’t sell it all

vegan as the sh+t

i’m selling pounds come out the f+cking ground

barely f+cking wrong

i predicted dis sh+t

gon’ f+cking come

lil’ b+tch, i’m not from dimmesdale but

b+tch this 40 hit yo’ dimmadome

baseball it’s a homerun

cus i hit that home

don’t runaround with that minute bro

get yandy he’s that mini goat

fun fact i sipped hi+tech once

b+tch ain’t make me float

don’t runaround with this lame mane

my old b+tch she from cane range

my old old b+tch she lame mane

don’t speak round bout dis main thang

my new b+tch she chinese

i ain’t racist, her names ling ling

stop it with that ting ting

i itch to let that stick bang

i know young n+ggas that pop yo’ ah

for some ching ching

yandy, i got baddies with some crystals

david blaine mane

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