"Sticky" lyrics
"Sticky"
I got the drip
Sticky
Gotta walk with a grip
Glizzy
See the eyes on my fit Its Fendi
Count it up tryna stack up a milly
Shippys hitting they come in like dominos
Neck looking like a pot of gold
If he play bout my money he gotta go
If he play bout my money he gotta go
Oh I got the drip
Sticky
Gotta walk with a grip
Glizzy
See the eyes on my fit Its Fendi
Count it up tryna stack up a milly
Shippys hitting they come in like dominos
Neck looking like a pot of gold
If he play bout my money he gotta go
If he play bout my money he gotta go
You wasn't w me in the bottom
The fuck out my face
I was in the crib cooking up
Making minimum wage
Times get hard
Ima probably have to go rob or somethin'
Moma told me stop juggin
Boy go get a job or somethin'
Kappa fit for the drip
But I ain't kappin babygirl I'm legit yeah
I know these niggas be plotting on me
Gotta move around with a stick yeah
I know these niggas be hating on me
Cause Ima make it and be rich yeah
I know these niggas be hating on me
Cause ima make it and be rich
She wanna fuck because me and my mans up
I been sippin' dirty I cannot stand up
Just came out the jeweler
My diamonds is dancin'
She like Stunna oh my God you so fancy
Now everybody wanna take a picture
Yeah yeah
I am that nigga
I'm so blessed cause I made it this far
Yeah yeah
But I need 7 figures
Cuttin' niggas off like loose leaf
I keep a chop like I'm Bruce lee
Big Mac get two pieced
Designer my fit bitch I'm two flee
Hold on
Hold on
You ain't know they call me money Mitch
Do you wanna know why
Cause I look like I just hit a lick
Nigga I'm so fly
Your bitch got caught in my drip
Nigga that's on God
Had her suckin' all up on my dick
Nigga she a slide
Oh she a slide
You say that's yo wife she a skeeza
But I bet you ain't know she a eater
Now everybody hit my line cause they need us
I had to earn my stripes no adidas
You say that's yo wife she a skeeza
But I bet you ain't know she a eater
Now everybody hit my line cause they need us
I had to earn my stripes no adidas
I got the drip
Sticky
Gotta walk with a grip
Glizzy
See the eyes on my fit Its Fendi
Count it up tryna stack up a milly
Shippys hitting they come in like dominos
Neck looking like a pot of gold
If he play bout my money he gotta go
If he play bout my money he gotta go
Oh I got the drip
Sticky
Gotta walk with a grip
Glizzy
See the eyes on my fit Its Fendi
Count it up tryna stack up a milly
Shippys hitting they come in like dominos
Neck looking like a pot of gold
If he play bout my money he gotta go
If he play bout my money he gotta go
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- Stunna Gambino Lyrics
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