88glam - Sticks and stones

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Smokin' a lotta gas when I came inside that place, yeah (yeah)
Steppin' on road, won't go outside without my waist, yeah (yeah)
Sticks and stones, I swear to God these niggas so fake, yeah
All on her phone, she tellin' her girl just how I taste, yeah

Dropped it, now I can't wait on dates, bustin' up on day by days
Topic now, I'm staying on stage, sauce him up like A1 steak
Can't fuck with twelve, tryna run my place
Know this system with my mates
Open up like heaven's gates, spoke enough, I keep it safe
Did my time and didn't tell, loop me in on this intel
Said she was gay, I couldn't tell
Say he want smoke, I wish him well
Say I can get 'em all she need, I'm so Epic like LA Reid
Doing that race, I got the lead
Look at your face, it's obsolete (yeah)


Smokin' a lotta gas when I came inside that place, yeah (bitch)
Steppin' on road, won't go outside without my waist, yeah (yeah)
Sticks and stones, I swear to God these niggas so fake, yeah
All on her phone, she tellin' her girl just how I taste, yeah

Doing these rounds, I'm selling this product, Mary Kay, yeah
Bookin' a hotel, I ain't showin' her where I stay, yeah
Look at my ice, she wanna know how much I just paid, yeah
Diggin' up dirt, she doing her research on my name, yeah
Never home alone, I'm with the dogs, I give her space, yeah
Better watch the throne, I'm at my table filled with spades, yeah
And I came back home, that's how they know I beat the case, yeah
I can't stay that long, I got a schedule full of dates, yeah

Smokin' a lotta gas when I came inside that place, yeah (yeah)
Steppin' on road, won't go outside without my waist, yeah (yeah)
Sticks and stones, I swear to God these niggas so fake, yeah
All on her phone, she tellin' her girl just how I taste, yeah

Writers: Derek Bissue , Shakqueel Bruthwright

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music , Inc.

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