Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stack It Up, artist - Alley Boy. Album song War Cry, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duct Tape entertainment
Song language: English
Stack It Up |
Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing |
Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring |
You brought them hatin niggas that’s been doubtin me |
The money stack it up — it look like Yao Ming |
Yao Ming, Yao Ming |
These bitches wanna fuck, get on like Yao Ming |
Yao Ming, Yao Ming |
The money stack it up — it look like Yao Ming |
I keep the bands on my wrist, half a mill on my bitch |
She droppin gin to sag on my shit, foreign hoes all on my dick |
Fuckin law, I could play for a fuckin case |
I could play for it, 200 pounds a day |
Nigga all them boys fuckin pay for it |
Big titties, fake booty |
Got a big dick, bitch get to it |
You nigga minds I influence |
DT, they tattooed |
I got DD on drone |
Cubans pour it in my cup |
Cuban kush all in my lungs |
We clean and play for the chrome |
Don’t say love like I want, I wanna look at my charm |
I’m stretching like Yao Ming, always my money long |
As I took to Milan but I was on it else a phone |
Cuz my paper like Yao Ming, these niggas just putting on |
For real |
Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing |
Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring |
You brought them hatin niggas that’s been doubtin me |
The money stack it up — it look like Yao Ming |
Yao Ming, Yao Ming |
These bitches wanna fuck, get on like Yao Ming |
Yao Ming, Yao Ming |
The money stack it up — it look like Yao Ming |
Okay I stand tall with that China white, uh call that Yao Ming |
I don’t fuck with these pussy niggas |
They all singing like Al Green |
We well respected, well connected |
My money long and my cars clean |
Gold rimes in my Aston Martin |
No rollin bitch cuz my cars clean |
New Lamborghini but it’s go slow |
That bullshit you think it won’t work |
I’m on Chi Twon, meet my nigga dirt |
Nigga run up on me wrong |
Pussy nigga get murked, bang bang nigga |
White bricks duckin from the chain gang nigga |
Cock back, head shot, playin HAM nigga |
Same weed, brain finger, main thing nigga |
Keep it real, can’t tell me they ain’t gang niggas |
Black masks, we ain’t never gangbang nigga |
Matt Black coming through the love lane nigga |
You a ball playin in the shots game nigga |
F then, straight through yo best game nigga |
Hold up, let me slow it down for these fuck boys |
We loud, joint loud, we make enough noise |
Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing |
Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring |
You brought them hatin niggas that’s been doubtin me |
The money stack it up — it look like Yao Ming |
Yao Ming, Yao Ming |
These bitches wanna fuck, get on like Yao Ming |
Yao Ming, Yao Ming |
The money stack it up — it look like Yao Ming |
Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob |
Alley Boy took big bank that the Sosa at 6, little Biggie duct tape em all |
50 000 at home |
‘cause yo girl chasin on my stomach |
Slowly you gon probably he’ll do nothing |
Hit him one thing, he screw with my number |
Runnin too long but I’m showin no pity |
A Town gun, bitch this my city |
Jordan blowed, she ate my steak |
Home of the brave, nigga fuck yo city |
Alley Boy a gold mine, I’mma go with this child |
Nigga got me in the dirt |
With all these DT’s in they face and all the LV’s on my shirt |
Money long like Yao Ming, there’s the chain, there’s no green |
Best K4, there ain’t no lean |
To a fuck nigga there ain’t no team |
My paper talkin, my tape dogs |
2 puffs on, you outlaw |
Pray you beat me, hand choppa |
50 rounds, face off |
Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing |
Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring |
You brought them hatin niggas that’s been doubtin me |
The money stack it up — it look like Yao Ming |