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Amir Najibi - Sticks Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma talk my shit (The fuck going on, Maajins?)
Stupid bitch, do not look at me bitch
Talkin' down, he get popped like a zit (Like a zit)
Pussy nigga, don't resist (Huh)
Bitch, I'm a lord, no sith (Huh)
Fuck around, just cut my wrist, fuck
I didn't mean to fuck his bitch (Huh)
Whole gang posted with sticks (Huh)
Fuck wit' a star, lil' bitch, I'm rich
Run in yo crib, nigga, what’s in yo fridge?
Choppa a bitch, he gon' swim like a fish
We gotta whole lotta Rick (We gotta whole lotta—)
[?]
Bitch, nigga, no offense (Nigga, no—)
Blood on my hands, yeah I rinse, huh

[Verse]
Don't give a fuck, yeah, I run through his fence
Made what you made in Ten years off events
Rock berlin Rick Owens, yeah, it cost ten
I said, "Bitch, shut up, go pick up yo' friend."
He tried to talk, when he meet the F&N
I’m off the Wock', she screaming, "Aw man"
Shoot at the mob, bitch, stick to the plan
Bitch, you get cut, like a cable, no LAN
Hop out the shows, yeah, I think that [?] she don't know what she sayin'
Feel like Rodney, the man with the plan
Boy you a bitch, you get hit with a hand
Can't fuck on that ho, yeah, that bitch is a fan (Yeah)
Trap tools on me, bitch it cost 10
Out of yo' hood, bitch you got ran
Drop 5k, fuck what they sayin'
Hop out the Porsche, I'm wippin' a pan
That bitch gon' storm me, [?] at yo' man
I'm in the field, fuck gettin' a tan
I'm up in Paris, bitch, shoutout to Tan'
He a fuck nigga, he meet me the F&N
White shooter pull triggers, that nigga named Dan
Rick Owen fit, bitch cost me a band
I'm up at [?], spent up my advance
Bitch, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma talk my shit (The fuck going on, Maajins?)
Stupid bitch, do not look at me bitch
Talkin' down, he get popped like a zit (Like a zit)
Pussy nigga, don't resist (Huh)
Bitch, I'm a lord, no sith (Huh)
Fuck around, just cut my wrist, fuck
I didn't mean to fuck his bitch (Huh)
Whole gang posted with sticks (Huh)
Fuck wit' a star, lil' bitch, I'm rich
Run in yo crib, nigga, what’s in yo fridge?
Choppa a bitch, he gon' swim like a fish
We gotta whole lotta Rick (We gotta whole lotta—)
[?]
Bitch, nigga, know I’m gonna do it to him
Blood on my hands, yeah I rinse (Huh)

[Outro]
Blood on my hands, yeah, I rinse
Blood on my hands, yeah, I, okay
Blood on my hands, yeah, I rinse
Blood on my hands, yeah, I, okay