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Gob - Stay With a Stick (feat. Stevotherapper) Lyrics
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I f*cking get his question damn all the time
All these bitches like
Is you chain real
Shut the f*ck up bitch
Is you chain real
Bitch your ass fake
And your titties too
I got a bad bitch at the W
And she don't wear no panties because she feel so comfortable
She gone suck my soul
Call me the holy ghost
And I Ain't got daddy's money I got real dough
And I don't skate bitch I let my Ice do it
Im in the basement with some real shooters
I was strapped in a Rolls Royce ride round with a teck
Doing dough nuts in the lot
VV's jumping out the watch
I might f*ck her then I dip then hit the vibes up in the yatch
Keep the vibes up in the tropic
But I came up from the block
In Miami with the vibes but I stay with a stick
I ain't going out like Pac keep a ruger on my hip
If a nigga try da gang then we dumping the whole clip
Bitch I'm smoking by the pound
Like 250 for a zip
Bitch we don't get stained you could call me liquid bleach
I make you feel my pain bitch I'm like a disease
Bitch you see what I be steppin in thats kappa on my feet
In the coup spaceship with Balenciaga seats
Oh thats kappa on your feat
Well your girl is on my meat
Ayo stevo get her off bitch im tryna f*cking leave
I can't f*cking get her off too many bitches bothering me
This ain't booth smoking pound bitch we blowing collard greens
I step out and make a scene bitch you can diamond test me
All these VV's on my neck look like some water its a stream
Hit the flash uh
Diamonds look like glass uh
Nigga tryna run up I put 30 in his ass uh
Stevo his the gas
Ion wear no mask
In the club 30 wit me I ain't talking bout no racks
I was strapped in a Rolls Royce ride round with a teck
Doing dough nuts in the lot
VV's jumping out the watch
I might f*ck her then I dip then hit the vibes up in the yatch
Keep the vibes up in the tropic
But I came up from the block
In Miami with the vibes but I stay with a stick
I ain't going out like Pac keep a ruger on my hip
If a nigga try da gang then we dumping the whole clip
Bitch I'm smoking by the pound
Like 250 for a zip
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I f*cking get his question damn all the time
All these bitches like
Is you chain real
Shut the f*ck up bitch
Is you chain real
Bitch your ass fake
And your titties too
I got a bad bitch at the W
And she don't wear no panties because she feel so comfortable
She gone suck my soul
Call me the holy ghost
And I Ain't got daddy's money I got real dough
And I don't skate bitch I let my Ice do it
Im in the basement with some real shooters
I was strapped in a Rolls Royce ride round with a teck
Doing dough nuts in the lot
VV's jumping out the watch
I might f*ck her then I dip then hit the vibes up in the yatch
Keep the vibes up in the tropic
But I came up from the block
In Miami with the vibes but I stay with a stick
I ain't going out like Pac keep a ruger on my hip
If a nigga try da gang then we dumping the whole clip
Bitch I'm smoking by the pound
Like 250 for a zip
Bitch we don't get stained you could call me liquid bleach
I make you feel my pain bitch I'm like a disease
Bitch you see what I be steppin in thats kappa on my feet
In the coup spaceship with Balenciaga seats
Oh thats kappa on your feat
Well your girl is on my meat
Ayo stevo get her off bitch im tryna f*cking leave
I can't f*cking get her off too many bitches bothering me
This ain't booth smoking pound bitch we blowing collard greens
I step out and make a scene bitch you can diamond test me
All these VV's on my neck look like some water its a stream
Hit the flash uh
Diamonds look like glass uh
Nigga tryna run up I put 30 in his ass uh
Stevo his the gas
Ion wear no mask
In the club 30 wit me I ain't talking bout no racks
I was strapped in a Rolls Royce ride round with a teck
Doing dough nuts in the lot
VV's jumping out the watch
I might f*ck her then I dip then hit the vibes up in the yatch
Keep the vibes up in the tropic
But I came up from the block
In Miami with the vibes but I stay with a stick
I ain't going out like Pac keep a ruger on my hip
If a nigga try da gang then we dumping the whole clip
Bitch I'm smoking by the pound
Like 250 for a zip
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Writer: Steve Daniel, Zach Goberville
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