Correction Paroles Stick Talk par 800goony

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Yeah, huh
Big 14, know what the f**k goin' on
1400/800, n***a
Yeah, gang sh*t
B*t*h, uh, you ain't tote no f**kin' guns, n***a
Stop cappin' (B-B-Bankroll got it), ayy
Yeah

We shoot at your body until it go numb
We play with them choppas, we love all them drums (Drums)
You talk that stick talk but don't play with them guns
We caught your a** lackin', we shoot and you run (Bah)
We came off food stamps in the trenches with crumbs (Slime, slatt)
Split-split second, and, n***a, you done (Done)
Face down, b*t*h, with your d**k in the mud (Mud)
My b*t*h feed my gun while I'm rolling a blunt, ayy (Hahaha)

Ayy (Ayy, ayy), uh (Ayy, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, bah, bah, bah)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (No guns)
You talk that stick talk but, b*t*h, ain't totin' no guns (Guns)
Guns (Guns), they totin' guns (Guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Ain't totin' no guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (N***as ain't totin' no guns)
We totin' them guns, we totin' with sticks
We do it for fun (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bah-bah-bah-bah)
My n***as go dumb, 800 Baby, I come from the slums
Smokin' that gas, a lot in my blunt (A lot in my blunt)
Sippin' on drank and it go to my lungs (Yeah, yeah)
I can't f**k with these n***as, I do not [?]
These n***as my sons
Smokin' that gas, yeah
My n***as they pull up with mags, yeah, yeah (Blatt, blatt)
Pull up in Jags, yeah, my n***as be poppin' them tags, yeah (Skrrt)

Extendo on the draco, I put on the drum (Extendo on the draco)
Talkin' that sh*t, we gon' cut out his tongue
I take a p*ss and I still got my gun
1400 Margielas, I'm steppin' on (1400)
shut down, still strapped up in the red zone
Draco with the wood on, [?] two tone
Spin a n***a spot all night, you can't go home
Talkin' 'bout them sticks, n***a, you ain't even totin' one
with the hit stick like Madden
Ridin' with me then you crashin' (Crashin')
He want the smoke, we got pump for the asthma
F**k on the perc', go faster
I turn your lil' son to a b*st*rd
Turn the smoke in, it's in ashes
Sniper my scope go through Cartier gla**es
Choppa a freak, you get nasty
Stick with the drum like I'm [?]
We shoot at your body until it go numb
We play with them choppas, we love all them drums (Drums)
You talk that stick talk but don't play with them guns
We caught your a** lackin', we shoot and you run (Bah)
We came off food stamps in the trenches with crumbs (Slime, slatt)
Split-split second, and, n***a, you done (Done)
Face down, b*t*h, with your d**k in the mud (Mud)
My b*t*h feed my gun while I'm rolling a blunt, ayy (Hahaha)

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