CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : $LUMPED WHIP (original version)
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I'm Slumpin' (Stick)
Slumpin' (Stick)
Slumpin'
(Stick, Stick, f**k)
Chasing dreams that are bigger than me
Only things that used to matter was pu**y and tree (pu**y and tree)
And praying that the racist cop won't erase me
Ignorance is still bliss
No accountability
Falling for the one girl
That I take the time to
Text back (stick)
(?) the facetime
I guess I backed the (?)
Why you trying to back (?)
And n***a I'm on my grind
You were (?)
It's the money over b*t*hes
Headshots to any snitches
Got your n***as
Digging ditches, you don't wanna try me
Roll this fire tree
All I sell is fire tree
Broward got more drama
Than the (?)
See, you wasn't there from the start
You tryna hear cause I'm popping
I'm the sh*t, no f**k
Cause these b*t*hes molly popping
This, TENSAKI
A picture of my life
Struggles, the strife
The dark and the light
(Stick) Tryna see
Can kill, like (?) and King
Watch your back
People saying you changed
Do you, just do it yeah the nike saying
n***as trying to kick it
You'll soon wanna fight me
Saying "b*t*hes on my d**k"
Used to walk right past me
Spit till my motherf**king throat gets raspy
f**k that sh*t b*t*h
We getting slumped round here motherf**ker
Motherf**king b*t*hes on my d**k
n***as don't know about this sh*t, b*t*h
n***as wanna be like me, b*t*h
Uh, I'm just a young n***a
That's seen all the world's evil
Afraid of my demons
Ashamed of my people
You think we're the same
But surely we're unequal
Life's just a story
I'm waiting for my sequal
Uh, I got my third eye open
So I can see evil
Looking at society
You all are just (?)
You're voiceless
There is no
We, the people
Look at our mind
b*t*h it is so feeble
I think I need to stop taking Satan's advice
Just cut down on my wrists
Jus stop rolling the dice
I wish I could warm my heart
Cause that sh*t's colder than ice
My lyrics leave silence
Make you quieter than mice
Ahh, Yeah
Bricks, Bricks
Yeah, Yeah, Stick, Stick
Uhh, lightskin b*t*h
And she look like Keisha
Had to queef on me so she look like Keisha
Your b*t*h look Queesha
By b*t*h (?)
Pack another hoe
And I hit her with Denisha
Nae-nae
Your hoe look like shay-shay
Your hoe wanna fu- Haha
Stick, Stick
And I pull out the big
I got lots of hoes on me
I got lot's of f**kin bricks
Stick, Stick
I got money on me, homie
I pack a pistol
n***a, if you want it
I get on me
Whooh
Get it off me
Your b*t*h (?) your coffee
Drink that pu**y, slurp it like It's coffee
Toffee
I be talking to my n***as in the back of the lac
All my n***as with the triggers
We be pistol popping
I pull it out
Don't give no options
Got your homie running, gunning
Gunning all your homies down n***a, Ahh
I'm Slumpin' (Stick)
Slumpin' (Stick)
Slumpin'
(Stick, Stick, f**k)
Chasing dreams that are bigger than me
Only things that used to matter was pu**y and tree (pu**y and tree)
And praying that the racist cop won't erase me
Ignorance is still bliss
No accountability
Falling for the one girl
That I take the time to
Text back (stick)
(?) the facetime
I guess I backed the (?)
Why you trying to back (?)
And n***a I'm on my grind
You were (?)
It's the money over b*t*hes
Headshots to any snitches
Got your n***as
Digging ditches, you don't wanna try me
Roll this fire tree
All I sell is fire tree
Broward got more drama
Than the (?)
See, you wasn't there from the start
You tryna hear cause I'm popping
I'm the sh*t, no f**k
Cause these b*t*hes molly popping
This, TENSAKI
A picture of my life
Struggles, the strife
The dark and the light
(Stick) Tryna see
Can kill, like (?) and King
Watch your back
People saying you changed
Do you, just do it yeah the nike saying
n***as trying to kick it
You'll soon wanna fight me
Saying "b*t*hes on my d**k"
Used to walk right past me
Spit till my motherf**king throat gets raspy
f**k that sh*t b*t*h
We getting slumped round here motherf**ker
Motherf**king b*t*hes on my d**k
n***as don't know about this sh*t, b*t*h
n***as wanna be like me, b*t*h
Uh, I'm just a young n***a
That's seen all the world's evil
Afraid of my demons
Ashamed of my people
You think we're the same
But surely we're unequal
Life's just a story
I'm waiting for my sequal
Uh, I got my third eye open
So I can see evil
Looking at society
You all are just (?)
You're voiceless
There is no
We, the people
Look at our mind
b*t*h it is so feeble
I think I need to stop taking Satan's advice
Just cut down on my wrists
Jus stop rolling the dice
I wish I could warm my heart
Cause that sh*t's colder than ice
My lyrics leave silence
Make you quieter than mice
Ahh, Yeah
Bricks, Bricks
Yeah, Yeah, Stick, Stick
Uhh, lightskin b*t*h
And she look like Keisha
Had to queef on me so she look like Keisha
Your b*t*h look Queesha
By b*t*h (?)
Pack another hoe
And I hit her with Denisha
Nae-nae
Your hoe look like shay-shay
Your hoe wanna fu- Haha
Stick, Stick
And I pull out the big
I got lots of hoes on me
I got lot's of f**kin bricks
Stick, Stick
I got money on me, homie
I pack a pistol
n***a, if you want it
I get on me
Whooh
Get it off me
Your b*t*h (?) your coffee
Drink that pu**y, slurp it like It's coffee
Toffee
I be talking to my n***as in the back of the lac
All my n***as with the triggers
We be pistol popping
I pull it out
Don't give no options
Got your homie running, gunning
Gunning all your homies down n***a, Ahh
