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ybn nahmir - sticked up lyrics
[intro: ybn almighty jay]
every time that you see me, b-tch i’m sticked up
always got that stick tucked
p-ssy n-gg- give it up
ain’t worry about no bih’
’cause that p-ssy, she gon’ give it up
don’t got to give her sh-t ’cause off rip
she gon’ let me f-ck
[verse 1: ybn almighty jay]
swervin’ in that new body
drop top that new ‘gatti
feelin’ like i’m john gotti
’cause i don’t fear n-body
i just got a new shawty
and i got her a new body
burn off in that foreign, guess she hot, just like wasabi
kicking off that flavor, kicking sh-t just like karate
i don’t need no handouts little boy, b-tch my crew got me
plug just called my phone with the drugs 10-4 copy
diamonds skated on my wrist like a n-gg- playin’ hockey
cashed out in the mall, everyday is my payday
what’s that little gun? oh, that’s my mini ak, that draco
shoot a n-gg- in the face make ’em lay low
that chopper hold a hunnid k tho
pull up on a n-gg-, let that gun go
vraa-bang-bang like tadoe
[bridge: ybn almighty jay]
who don’t want no beef? who don’t want no smoke?
my n-gg- super savage, they’ll kick a door
i flip that work, like i flip your ho
if she don’t do the team, then she gotta go
[verse 2: ybn nahmir]
i got fame on my name, watch me do my thang
but let a n-gg- act tough, i’m blowing out his brain
don’t make me pull up on your block, and sn-tch your f-cking chain
’cause i show up to your sh-t and treat you like a f-cking lame
b-tch, you’se a motherf-cking cornball
all ya twitter beefin’ n-gg-s, we ignore ya’ll
ya’ll some little -ss boys, man ya’ll so small
i know your background, lil’ b-tch i’ll expose ya’ll
draco bullets h-t your whip
if you’re talking all that sh-t, my n-gg- jay up in the cut
clutchin’ on that .45
slide down to a n-gg- block, hit ’em with a f-cking glock
bullets h-t his f-cking top, somebody grab a f-cking mop
deebo when a n-gg- sh-t, then i finna f-ck his b-tch
jay calling my phone saying: “bro, let’s go hit a lick”
i’mma go and grab a stick
c-ck it then we finna dip
kicking down the door
and aim a toolie at your daddy’s lip
get into his f-cking cash
yes i gotta check a bag
i’m in first while you in last
i’m leaning, but i never crack
put you in a body bag
now i know your momma sad
’cause i had done f-ck you up
and i’m the reason why you had to p-ss
[verse 3: ybn nahmir]
n-gg-s know, i’m not the one to be f-cked with
ar-15 shots make a n-gg- duck quick (pa-pa-pa-pa)
all that facebook talk and this gon’ get you done quick (n-gg-)
i’m turning to a demon, when you put me in a f-cking (in that what)
a n-gg- talking bodies, well let’s talk bodies (let’s talk bodies)
you gon’ end up your like your mans, if you go on and try me (you go and try me)
n-gg- steady looking for me, you know where to find me (you know where to find me, n-gg-)
b-tch i’m in the ham with a pole, n-gg- i ain’t hiding (i ain’t hiding)
everywhere i go i got to keep a stick on me (a stick on me)
so if a n-gg- try me, light him like a christmas tree (a christmas tree)
my name popping, they be buzzin’ like some f-cking bees (skrr, skrr)
so i’mma slide down and bless your b-tch like that b-tch sneezed
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