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Maso - Lick Lyrics
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Lil nigga you can't take that route
Stick to the plan then we'll be out
Lil nigga we bout to push off
Stick to the code
Then we'll be dip out
2 nigga dashing said they caught a Lick
Had they mama praying
Put the Lord on it
They was chasing bread
Homies moving bricks
But we do not f*ck
With the opposite
Your bitch want me
Cause I f*ck her better
Said she love you kinda
But I make her wetter
If I pull up on ya
With this new baretta
Imma finger f*ck it
I don't play with air guns
The wacker the flow
The sicker you blow
F*ck a red or blue pill
Imma swallow em both
For the flash
Light up
Smoke it till it's cashed
Homies in a drout
We had to plan it out
UGH yeah
You niggas as dumb as you look
Yuh
We pulled off leaving you shook
Yuh
Dip with you bread on my hook
Yuh
This shit get hot when we cook
Yuh
You thought I was sweet
But I stay with the heat
What the point of packing
You not down to blast it
I'm from west of chi - raq
Packed like Calabasas
My beat sound like classics
Flow just like gymnastics
My bitch pull in hot when she slide
( Ooo yeah)
I told her hop on my ride
( Ooo yeah)
Get lost in that ass I won't lie
( Ooo yeah)
Can't take it babe I might slime
(Ooo yeah)
Benny said I was a prodigy
Goofy niggas tried to come up
And topple me
Police watching
So we moving shit quietly
Don't like your flow
That shit sound like Monopoly
Yeah you a pussy nigga
And ya friends are too
Seen us Roll up on ya
Bitch We hit ya on ya stoop
Cocky little niggas
Now we
Smoking for the free
Pull up on our
Block
We a hit ya with the
Heat
Yeah you a pussy nigga
And ya friends are too
Seen us Roll up on ya
Bitch We hit ya on ya stoop
Cocky little niggas
Now we
Smoking for the free
Pull up on our
Block
We a hit ya with the
Heat
Idy bitty jiggas
Picking out my litter
You a rerun like forget her
I could do much better
Freakin up mild
Had to plant it
Like a setup
We bust it it down
Like red bottem lettos
Ooo yeah
Hop in your ride and I go
Puddle pushing cause this shits riding low
I cop the heat game like I'm masterin Flow
Killed the beat
Now you're grave yard and woe
Yeah
I'm a Libra double placement
We was smoking in the basement
No arrangements had to
Air out the smoke it was dangerous
Caught my niggas
Some containment
Break the bread
With my niggas
We ducking feds
Now we 10 toes
And running bands
Niggas though
We was holding hands
Come to find out
That I'm the man's
Nigga
F*ck with be you'll get turn to shreds
Yeah you a pussy nigga
And ya friends are too
Seen us Roll up on ya
Bitch We hit ya on ya stoop
Cocky little niggas
Now we
Smoking for the free
Pull up on our
Block
We a hit ya with the
Heat
Yeah you a pussy nigga
And ya friends are too
Seen us Roll up on ya
Bitch We hit ya on ya stoop
Cocky little niggas
Now we
Smoking for the free
Pull up on our
Block
We a hit ya with the
Heat
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English

Lil nigga you can't take that route
Stick to the plan then we'll be out
Lil nigga we bout to push off
Stick to the code
Then we'll be dip out
2 nigga dashing said they caught a Lick
Had they mama praying
Put the Lord on it
They was chasing bread
Homies moving bricks
But we do not f*ck
With the opposite
Your bitch want me
Cause I f*ck her better
Said she love you kinda
But I make her wetter
If I pull up on ya
With this new baretta
Imma finger f*ck it
I don't play with air guns
The wacker the flow
The sicker you blow
F*ck a red or blue pill
Imma swallow em both
For the flash
Light up
Smoke it till it's cashed
Homies in a drout
We had to plan it out
UGH yeah
You niggas as dumb as you look
Yuh
We pulled off leaving you shook
Yuh
Dip with you bread on my hook
Yuh
This shit get hot when we cook
Yuh
You thought I was sweet
But I stay with the heat
What the point of packing
You not down to blast it
I'm from west of chi - raq
Packed like Calabasas
My beat sound like classics
Flow just like gymnastics
My bitch pull in hot when she slide
( Ooo yeah)
I told her hop on my ride
( Ooo yeah)
Get lost in that ass I won't lie
( Ooo yeah)
Can't take it babe I might slime
(Ooo yeah)
Benny said I was a prodigy
Goofy niggas tried to come up
And topple me
Police watching
So we moving shit quietly
Don't like your flow
That shit sound like Monopoly
Yeah you a pussy nigga
And ya friends are too
Seen us Roll up on ya
Bitch We hit ya on ya stoop
Cocky little niggas
Now we
Smoking for the free
Pull up on our
Block
We a hit ya with the
Heat
Yeah you a pussy nigga
And ya friends are too
Seen us Roll up on ya
Bitch We hit ya on ya stoop
Cocky little niggas
Now we
Smoking for the free
Pull up on our
Block
We a hit ya with the
Heat
Idy bitty jiggas
Picking out my litter
You a rerun like forget her
I could do much better
Freakin up mild
Had to plant it
Like a setup
We bust it it down
Like red bottem lettos
Ooo yeah
Hop in your ride and I go
Puddle pushing cause this shits riding low
I cop the heat game like I'm masterin Flow
Killed the beat
Now you're grave yard and woe
Yeah
I'm a Libra double placement
We was smoking in the basement
No arrangements had to
Air out the smoke it was dangerous
Caught my niggas
Some containment
Break the bread
With my niggas
We ducking feds
Now we 10 toes
And running bands
Niggas though
We was holding hands
Come to find out
That I'm the man's
Nigga
F*ck with be you'll get turn to shreds
Yeah you a pussy nigga
And ya friends are too
Seen us Roll up on ya
Bitch We hit ya on ya stoop
Cocky little niggas
Now we
Smoking for the free
Pull up on our
Block
We a hit ya with the
Heat
Yeah you a pussy nigga
And ya friends are too
Seen us Roll up on ya
Bitch We hit ya on ya stoop
Cocky little niggas
Now we
Smoking for the free
Pull up on our
Block
We a hit ya with the
Heat
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Writer: Sydney Jordan
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Performed By: Maso
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Sydney Jordan

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