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Smoov-E - Sticky 4 Sale lyrics
Bring them orange zig zags Sticky for sale in bags I love big-head bills, and stay away from bitches with crabs x2 Its the bone rippa , the hoe-sticka Fuck Marry-Kim on the sac Im also a sticky skimpa, I make sure to fluff it up So it look a little bigga, Play like Smoov E with the brown paypas Hit me with a back wood , uh huh they good I roll some cone shape and fatter then you ever could Stood in the room for a minute or two untill my dick grew Then i said I'm out on the right route I got sticky to sell and duties to do What about you indoor or outdoor? This marijuana mechanical Is what you need , I might evn throw some donkey If you name this candy I'm a hydroponic hustla like Larry Flint A pretty face pimp with big O-Tool Ready to fuck one hutch and ready to fuck two Like Bob Marley said "shes a pimpers paradise That means your partners and there partners Gonna hit that shit tonight aint that nice?' Nothin like flipped me off of my seat Fuck that brown rope that weak I sell nuthin but the goo and Deal donkey on the late night creep Beat that cock till the bitch bleed(bitch bleed) Then i bounce to the spot where i got my OZ bottle of Bombay thats what Smoov needs Smokin on some purple kush Got my dick in some bush, bustin! She sprung on curl could be my girl Cause you were ho trustin,testicle lustin For some skank with a bank ho She told you i sold her the weed but Left the fact that i got my grind on. Bring them orange zig zags Sticky for sale in bags I love big-head bills an stay away from bitches with crabs x2 You aint a sad playa During the dry I dout You get shaken, takin Everbody smoke the brown rope and me You must be mistakin Even in early summer I get dumber off the doje. Sticky to the touch dont need as much Like the shit my partner Mike grows Put it to your nose, post stickin like toast But sweet like candy for take one it'll Get your smellin like shit and Mixed with brandy you cant hand me The knowlege thatI already know Cant say your the bomb but i know your pussy tofe And the flow they back down They think I'm a dog when I clown Cause I am a dog and I roll with three hoes And we hustlas see straight up playas Like Tim Parker said "you can't fuck with me" E to the L to the I Gather bomb sacs they get you extra high To the dick that the bitch to the day I die Hater huntin is the way to survive Smoked out, light is up another sale on my digital phone These calls dont stop they wont stop These digital shit will go to dome, gone Leave you at home, stoned Tops it off some half tint i love cuttin up them Kipper plants vicious like pussy that smell Through the pants Text freak,gueranteed and i front you nothin I want CAD thats Cash and Delivery So you know when you get taken I'm a feind in need of that paypa green Smoov E now says stay away fuck the dope game And slang these CDs |
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