Stick Party

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Lyrics from Snippet [Intro] Uh, uh, uh Buddha Blessed This Beat! [Chorus] Pistol without lead is like a broken pencil, pointless (Brr, brr) Ice up on my body, gave me frostbite, I need ointment (Uh, ah) Grew up in the streets, so I guess that makes me a orphan (Lil' bitch) Linkin' up with me, all you niggas need appointments (Oh) Five on me, nigga, let's smoke some gas (Brrah) Bad bitches on me, lets get in some [?] This a stick party let's see who got aim (Oh yea) This a rich nigga party who got aim? (Brrt) [Verse 1] I did all this shit up on my own I don't want to go nowhere if I I'on got my pole (Bitch) I'on need no bitch wit' me, but I'on want no hoes (Lil' bitch) Million dollars cash, put it's somewhere no one knows (Phrrr) I just wanna pull up in drop top (Skrrt), pull up makе your block hot (Hot) They say, "Time is Money", so nigga I need to stop watch (What) Seeing all this monеy adding up, could make your heart stop We don't play 'bout nothing, my nigga I rock wit' hard knots Suck me while I'm smoking gas (Gas) So go, get you a bag (Oh yeah) If I find the dope fast, you can't get mad I'm not rude, I'm just selfish but you know that [Chorus] Pistol without lead is like a broken pencil, pointless (Brr, brr) Ice up on my body, gave me frostbite, I need ointment (Uh, ah) Grew up in the streets, so I guess that makes me a orphan (Lil' bitch) Linkin' up with me, all you niggas need appointments (Oh) Five on me, nigga, let's smoke some gas (Brrah) Bad bitches on me, lets get in some [?] This a stick party let's see who got aim (Oh yea) This a rich nigga party who got aim? (Brrt) [Verse 2] Drivin' through the city wit' some sticks out the roof Brand new 'Rarri , skrrt-skrrt, it's a space coupe Talking 'bout a chain, nigga who gon' take who? This is my world, so I live by my rules In this bitch everyday, I need a bed up in the studio Where's the Don? Let's get lit, call my nigga Julio And these bitches love me, I think she just called me Coolio [Chorus] Pistol without lead is like a broken pencil, pointless (Brr, brr) Ice up on my body, gave me frostbite, I need ointment (Uh, ah) Grew up in the streets, so I guess that makes me a orphan (Lil' bitch) Linkin' up with me, all you niggas need appointments (Oh) Five on me, nigga, let's smoke some gas (Brrah) Bad bitches on me, lets get in some [?] This a stick party let's see who got aim (Oh yea) This a rich nigga party who got aim? (Brrt)
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- Buddah Bless