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Stick!!!!! Video (MV)




Performed By: King Ross
Language: English
Length: 3:48
Written by: Rashaud Ross




King Ross - Stick!!!!! Lyrics
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Yeah, haha, yeah
You know I'm about that cheese
But you know I keep a stick
Run up on me, wrong, get your pussy ass hit
Runnin your mouth about a motherf*ckin' bitch
Get out my face, nigga, cause the glizzy, got a dick
I dog your bitch, nigga, I got her doin' tricks
She be actin' tough, but this bone make her sit
She suck me with a lot of slob, and then she give you a kiss
Get mad, nigga, and watch the choppa knock your ass into a motherf*ckin' split and leave
Your body in a ditch, and your head on a stick this that cartel shit, get yo ass hit across
The head with a motherf*ckin' brick Then stomp you in your face until yo head
Bust, bitch This the head buster shit, I put money on his
Head And bro gon' slide him with a stick, and
I don't want that pussy if the whole hood hit I'm too clean for that, I know you see these
Diamonds on me lit, I want a Rollie on my wrist
I spent twelve hundred just for the fit And another twelve hundred just for my bitch
What that tell you, nigga? That a young nigga gettin' it
While you sittin' on the bench, all this drip on a nigga
Look like I hit a lick, make your baby mama think about
Having another kid
I hit her from the back While I'm pullin' on her wig
These niggas want me dead, but they'll never get they wish
Dreamed about killin' niggas ever since I was six
Yeen ain't no real dope, boy, If yeen ain't never touch a brick
Boy's level to this shit
F*ck a ex, I'm all about my revenue and shit
Boy, I'm so cold, I actin' like I never knew the bitch
My new bae badder and it made the bitch sick
Broke my ex's heart, now she suckin' every nigga dick
I been gettin' money, I ain't new to this shit
Let that fire spit and turn your ass into a crucifix
I'ma let bro get this shit, nevermind, bro locked up
I'ma go back in, this shit go hard, yeah
You know I'm bout that cheese, but you know I keep a stick
Run up on me wrong, then get your pussy ass hit
Run in your mouth about a motherf*ckin' bitch
Get out my face, nigga, call the glizzy, got a dick
I dog your bitch, nigga, I need me six figures
And a bitch doin' the same, so I can put this dick in
Fall in love that cat, then start me a litter
All this ice on a nigga, startin' to look like glitter
I been gettin' money, why you typin' on Twitter
I put my mind to this rap shit, now I see I can get bigger
I'm sippin' on promethazine, f*ckin' up my liver
When I step in they city, all these pussy niggas quiver
Niggas lookin' for clout, till it's R.I.P. on they picture
That stick start blowin' limbs off like a missile
My ex bitter, somebody please pass that hoe some tissue
What that bitch name again? I can't even remember
Cause I'm gon' off the liquor, man, I'm killin' these hoes
Like the motherf*ckin' reaper
Yeah, you know I'm bout that cheese, bitch
Yeah, it's the motherf*ckin' King Ruler
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English

Yeah, haha, yeah
You know I'm about that cheese
But you know I keep a stick
Run up on me, wrong, get your pussy ass hit
Runnin your mouth about a motherf*ckin' bitch
Get out my face, nigga, cause the glizzy, got a dick
I dog your bitch, nigga, I got her doin' tricks
She be actin' tough, but this bone make her sit
She suck me with a lot of slob, and then she give you a kiss
Get mad, nigga, and watch the choppa knock your ass into a motherf*ckin' split and leave
Your body in a ditch, and your head on a stick this that cartel shit, get yo ass hit across
The head with a motherf*ckin' brick Then stomp you in your face until yo head
Bust, bitch This the head buster shit, I put money on his
Head And bro gon' slide him with a stick, and
I don't want that pussy if the whole hood hit I'm too clean for that, I know you see these
Diamonds on me lit, I want a Rollie on my wrist
I spent twelve hundred just for the fit And another twelve hundred just for my bitch
What that tell you, nigga? That a young nigga gettin' it
While you sittin' on the bench, all this drip on a nigga
Look like I hit a lick, make your baby mama think about
Having another kid
I hit her from the back While I'm pullin' on her wig
These niggas want me dead, but they'll never get they wish
Dreamed about killin' niggas ever since I was six
Yeen ain't no real dope, boy, If yeen ain't never touch a brick
Boy's level to this shit
F*ck a ex, I'm all about my revenue and shit
Boy, I'm so cold, I actin' like I never knew the bitch
My new bae badder and it made the bitch sick
Broke my ex's heart, now she suckin' every nigga dick
I been gettin' money, I ain't new to this shit
Let that fire spit and turn your ass into a crucifix
I'ma let bro get this shit, nevermind, bro locked up
I'ma go back in, this shit go hard, yeah
You know I'm bout that cheese, but you know I keep a stick
Run up on me wrong, then get your pussy ass hit
Run in your mouth about a motherf*ckin' bitch
Get out my face, nigga, call the glizzy, got a dick
I dog your bitch, nigga, I need me six figures
And a bitch doin' the same, so I can put this dick in
Fall in love that cat, then start me a litter
All this ice on a nigga, startin' to look like glitter
I been gettin' money, why you typin' on Twitter
I put my mind to this rap shit, now I see I can get bigger
I'm sippin' on promethazine, f*ckin' up my liver
When I step in they city, all these pussy niggas quiver
Niggas lookin' for clout, till it's R.I.P. on they picture
That stick start blowin' limbs off like a missile
My ex bitter, somebody please pass that hoe some tissue
What that bitch name again? I can't even remember
Cause I'm gon' off the liquor, man, I'm killin' these hoes
Like the motherf*ckin' reaper
Yeah, you know I'm bout that cheese, bitch
Yeah, it's the motherf*ckin' King Ruler
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Writer: Rashaud Ross
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