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Ace Liberachi - Sticky Situation (feat. Bullzeye) Lyrics



Ace Liberachi - Sticky Situation (feat. Bullzeye) Lyrics




I got niggas on call that I won't call at all
I mean I could but they get too attached every time I get involved
And I ain't f*cking with him
He don't clean his glock or nothing
That mean if we in a sticky situation it could jam on us
And I ain't playin with my life
Just like 50 it's too many men
Wishing death upon my soul
Cuz I hit the road
You cannot get this shit for free
You know real game get sold
How you so so big on loyalty when you steady folding
I'm just sipping on my mud
My opps drinking Foldgers
But I'm the only one that's geeking like I had the caffeine
And I don't listen to these niggas cuz they tryna trap me
Bet I dribble through they shit like I'm a D1 athlete

Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah
Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah
Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah

If it's up then it's stuck
I ain't talkin Cardi B
I wake up just to stunt
That just shit just apart me
I been ducked off in my bag
Came back with the Cartier rings
I was sleeping on the flo but I never slept on me
But bitch I'm back up in that mode
Big stepper watch me step I got snipers just like Clay
Ima shooter just like Steph
These ain't dreads up on my dome but I go Rasta if it's smoke
Bout my family or folks
Had my back against the ropes
I ship out fashion by the boat
Me and money just eloped
I had threesome with my goals
Joy ain't Dej but she got loafs
We get paid to rep the coast
Keep Gelato just to smoke
But now my Benz same color soap
Any problems call the locs to clear the smoke, clear the smoke
Ain't bout money then I can't pick up the phone
I'm out here here grindin everyday just to get my mom a home
And she just brought one her own
But she need two that's what I'm on
Money breeze gettin blown
Money trees gettin grown
And I Can't say that I love her
Bitch I only love my dope
I spent 3k on a coat
When it come to these hoes
I been striking like I bowl
Striking lighting on my foes
With the gang with we do the most
We pop up these niggas ghost

We pop up these niggas ghost

You cannot get this shit for free
You know real game get sold
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English

I got niggas on call that I won't call at all
I mean I could but they get too attached every time I get involved
And I ain't f*cking with him
He don't clean his glock or nothing
That mean if we in a sticky situation it could jam on us
And I ain't playin with my life
Just like 50 it's too many men
Wishing death upon my soul
Cuz I hit the road
You cannot get this shit for free
You know real game get sold
How you so so big on loyalty when you steady folding
I'm just sipping on my mud
My opps drinking Foldgers
But I'm the only one that's geeking like I had the caffeine
And I don't listen to these niggas cuz they tryna trap me
Bet I dribble through they shit like I'm a D1 athlete

Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah
Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah
Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah

If it's up then it's stuck
I ain't talkin Cardi B
I wake up just to stunt
That just shit just apart me
I been ducked off in my bag
Came back with the Cartier rings
I was sleeping on the flo but I never slept on me
But bitch I'm back up in that mode
Big stepper watch me step I got snipers just like Clay
Ima shooter just like Steph
These ain't dreads up on my dome but I go Rasta if it's smoke
Bout my family or folks
Had my back against the ropes
I ship out fashion by the boat
Me and money just eloped
I had threesome with my goals
Joy ain't Dej but she got loafs
We get paid to rep the coast
Keep Gelato just to smoke
But now my Benz same color soap
Any problems call the locs to clear the smoke, clear the smoke
Ain't bout money then I can't pick up the phone
I'm out here here grindin everyday just to get my mom a home
And she just brought one her own
But she need two that's what I'm on
Money breeze gettin blown
Money trees gettin grown
And I Can't say that I love her
Bitch I only love my dope
I spent 3k on a coat
When it come to these hoes
I been striking like I bowl
Striking lighting on my foes
With the gang with we do the most
We pop up these niggas ghost

We pop up these niggas ghost

You cannot get this shit for free
You know real game get sold
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Writer: Joy Bell, Auston Autry
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Ace Liberachi - Sticky Situation (feat. Bullzeye) Video
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Performed By: Ace Liberachi
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Joy Bell, Auston Autry

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