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quezz ruthless & baby k - sticks in the party كلمات الأغنية

[intro: quezz ruthless]
(bandplay)
uh
uh, yeah_yeah_yeah_yeah
grim reaper gang
b_tch ass n_gga (uh, yeah, uh)

[chorus: quezz ruthless]
yeah, uh
we got them sticks in the party, so don’t be r_t_rded
ain’t trust so we gon’ get it poppin’
not like these rap n_ggas, these n_ggas fake and they flodgin’
they know they ain’t chalk ’em a body
rich n_gga ridin’ round with choppas, i’m smokin’ biscotti, ’bout twenty racks stuffed in my pocket
i was just stuck on the block, now we board on the yacht
they like, “d_mn, he took off like a rocket”
old b_tches callin’ my phone ’cause they see that i’m on, i’m the talk of thе town, i’m the topic
ion’t even answеr the phone and i leave ’em on read, you could say that the young n_gga c_cky
we put this bread on your head, have them young n_ggas spinnin’ while we somewhere gettin’ some massages
even though i’m rich and ruthless, my b_tch bad and boujee, too thick, never seen nothing like her

[verse 1: big scarr]
uh, you play with the gang, you in danger
give him a headshot, now watch the er pick his brains up
double r gang, they can’t tame us
i hit the b_tch from the front and the back, different angles, now she keep bringing my name up
my shirt, it say christian dior, but my jacket palm angel
amiri jean, it not wranglers
hitters pull up, i hop out with them sticks, power ranger
ninja mask so they can’t blame us
still’ll pop out and go slide like a n_gga ain’t famous
still in the hood on that gang sh_t
don’t f_ck with rappers, these n_ggas, they always on lame sh_t
hop in the ‘cat, watch me lane switch
the money ain’t do nothing but made a young n_gga more painless
reach for this ice, leave you famous
[chorus: quezz ruthless]
uh
we got them sticks in the party, so don’t be r_t_rded
ain’t trust so we gon’ get it poppin’
not like these rap n_ggas, these n_ggas fake and they flodgin’
they know they ain’t chalk ’em a body
rich n_gga ridin’ round with choppas, i’m smokin’ biscotti, ’bout twenty racks stuffed in my pocket
i was just stuck on the block, now we board on the yacht
they like, “d_mn, he took off like a rocket”
old b_tches callin’ my phone ’cause they see that i’m on, i’m the talk of the town, i’m the topic
ion’t even answer the phone and i leave ’em on read, you could say that the young n_gga c_cky
we put this bread on your head, have them young n_ggas spinnin’ while we somewhere gettin’ some massages
even though i’m rich and ruthless, my b_tch bad and boujee, too thick, never seen nothing like her

[verse 2: baby k]
f_cked up, i’m pourin’ lean in jacuzzi (i’m too f_cked up)
tough love, they streets gon’ leave you with bruises
bossed up, my b_tch is classy and boujee
cross me, i guarantee you get found with no head
they tryna r.i.c.o me, i’m gettin’ money like meech, [?] but don’t talk to the feds
i be with top shotta, i’m free [?]
stop me for classified, gon’ need survival guides, we treat these lame ass n_ggas like ned
y’all must’ve been misled
i ain’t signed a deal, that lil’ paper, i shred (tear it up)
stomach and my pockets on full but i always got a lil’ room for some bread (b_tch, i been gettin’ money)
f_ck your main b_tch on the counter, she don’t even get to mess up my bedspread
used to be a hot head, now a n_gga top ten, i’m the one the streets recommend (i’m still wanted)
maybach v12, too big of a player to ride in a lil’ ass v10
can’t fall off, i’m back at it again
don’t come with no games, i ain’t play ’bout my bands (’bout my blue)
ain’t no lil’ boys ’round me or yes men
know quezz and i know he gon’ stand all ten
know i’m different, i ain’t tryna blend
[chorus: quezz ruthless]
uh
we got them sticks in the party, so don’t be r_t_rded
ain’t trust so we gon’ get it poppin’
not like these rap n_ggas, these n_ggas fake and they flodgin’
they know they ain’t chalk ’em a body
rich n_gga ridin’ round with choppas, i’m smokin’ biscotti, ’bout twenty racks stuffed in my pocket
i was just stuck on the block, now we board on the yacht
they like, “d_mn, he took off like a rocket”
old b_tches callin’ my phone ’cause they see that i’m on, i’m the talk of the town, i’m the topic
ion’t even answer the phone and i leave ’em on read, you could say that the young n_gga c_cky
we put this bread on your head, have them young n_ggas spinnin’ while we somewhere gettin’ some massages
even though i’m rich and ruthless, my b_tch bad and boujee, too thick, never seen nothing like her

- quezz ruthless baby k

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