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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSTICKED UP (Ft. 21 Savage)
Oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh-oh, oh, oh-yeah(Uzoma, come here)Oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh-oh, oh, oh-yeahOh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh-oh, oh, oh-yeahOh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh-oh, oh, oh-yeahFuck it I'm—Ayy, lookFuck shit, I'm not havin' that, nahCan't see these fuck niggas, cataractsI'm shittin' (Brr) , imagine thatPlease don't trip on her, you can have her backReal nigga stand on all ten toesWhen nobody got your back, you better have a backIf I don't got a damn thing, I better got a strapSwervin' my Mercedes Benz like the bitch a CadillacNigga I'm—Blicked up, sticked upBlicked up, sticked upBlicked up, sticked up (Let's go)Blicked up, yeahSometimes I don't gotta spеak (Uh-huh)Sometimes she just pull out and еat (Let's go)Ooh, you a whole lotta freak (Ooh-ooh)You my boo, hit my phone, I won't cheat (Ooh-ooh)Type of pussy make you go to jailOkay, how much my bond? That shit cheap (Shit cheap)Pick me up from my side when I'm free (Uh-huh)That lil' pussy, that mine, that shit me (Shit me)I sit back and roll up while she spit on itGot a nigga ready to bet on itShe ain't puttin' that shit on meGot a nigga doin' extra shit like the lil' lamest bitch right hereShe got some game, it fucked me upI had to go run it with big homieLike OG why I like it so much? (Like it)Why her pussy so tight when we fuck?Look her dead in the eyes, "Bitch, you gon' be my wifey or what? "She say, "No-ooh-oh-oh" (Hahaha)Damn, that's fucked upBut fuck it, I'm—Sticked up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)Blicked up, sticked up (Yeah)Blicked up (Yeah) , sticked up (Yeah, yeah, bitch I'm)Blicked up (Yeah, thuggin', I'm, huh?)Sticked up (Yeah, yeah) , blicked up (Boom)Sticked up (Yeah) , blicked up (Let's go)Sticked up (21)Chop in the back and it came with a scopePeople took from me, I gave 'em the mostYou niggas small fries, I got a couponMention my name and it come with free smokeYou wanna slide, I show you the ropesBring you some gloves, but don't bring your phoneTell your bitch that you might not make it homeOwn up for your actions, nigga, we grownBlicked up (21) , everywhere I go, I got it filled up (21)All the hotboxes we done pilled up (21)Plenty times nigga could've killed us (21)Shot me six times, I ain't bitch up (21)Stood toe-to-toe with the best of 'em (21)FN bullets for the rest of 'em (21)She been on my mind, let me text her (21)Niggas wanna cuff, arrest her (21)Still daydream how I sexed her (21)That pussy just get wetter (21)Get you out your panties, I'm clever (21)When it come to pretty women, got several (On God)I'm in Bottega buyin' leather (On God)Sticks up like I got a vendetta (On God)Keep a chopper 'cause it guard my cheddar (On God)That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
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