| Uh!
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| What’s good my nigga?
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| Feel I write you a lil' kype!
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| Let you know what’s going on here…
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| Yeah!
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| Dear Mr. Rayquon Elliott! |
| — They knew you as Stacks. |
| (Bundles!)
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| I didn’t mean to call out your alias
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| You pro’ly think I’m being rebellious. |
| — But that ain’t the case! |
| (no!)
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| You turnin' over in ya grave
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| Listenin' to flows thta nigga spit
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| That me and you help develop
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| And oh, I fucked that nigga bitch;
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| Reminisce the days in the studio — we was makin' hits
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| Can I roll with' you, crunch time
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| Hooks, no punchlines. |
| — Crooks, no one time
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| We was all wave, look at now! |
| (look!)
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| Jim only sold 10 thou!
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| Put his men down, they ain’t have a shot
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| Put a lil' arsenal together, Yung Los, Mustard and Al Pac!
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| How hot? |
| — Niggas think they are when they up against
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| Dropped the Quarantine! |
| — All the bitches in love with' it
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| See me after shows, gimme groupie love! |
| — Copped the 750-L.I. |
| (L.I.!)
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| When they see me in the Coupe they love, lugie up
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| Copped a new crib for my wifey
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| 'Bout to start trial. |
| — Marty, my prosecutor, tried to knife me
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| Tried to put me back in the oranges
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| They want filet mignone. |
| — Cheese grits, and omelets problems just
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| Always had me heart in it
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| Told you from the jump that he’s a creep! |
| — Money was just a part of it
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| Nigga wanted both our styles, my hooks, your flows!
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| Our song! |
| — Chrissy was in the car alone
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| All the while! |
| — He was out at nights, eye twerkin'
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| Puttin' together waves, we was surfin'. |
| — Nigga came burstin'
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| Flyin' through the doors tryna kick my whores out on the street (damn!)
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| After I’m three songs deep
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| Now I got my own lab, two Mac Pros
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| Got the Digi-3 Pro Tools!
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| Bigga got the vocal! |
| — Bigga got the (got the…) — soul food!
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| Chicken, macaroni with the cheese, that’s my homie now — Big Mook!
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| O.F.O. |
| — He tried to slow me down! |
| — Told me nephew showed discipline
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| Pussy ain’t' money, time to get it in
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| Nigga these bitches come late and get ya paper, did the bid
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| But the nigga got 8 kids
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| Anyway! |
| — Back to the matter at hand. |
| — It's all the songs
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| Everybody on Hot 9, they usin' autotunes!
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| Niggas is not Wavy! |
| — Gravy — played the B.I.G. |
| movie
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| I went to see it, woozy, moody!
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| And on that note! |
| — I'm 'bout to end this shit
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| Squa-Squaaad Up! |
| — Really I’m representin', ch’eah!
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| Representin' baby!
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| My letter to Stack Bundles!
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| Ch’eah!
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| Let ya know what’s goin' on!
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| Pro’ly turnin' over in ya grave!
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| I love my family! |
| (Fuckin' with' this man)
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| I love the way that we used to be! |
| (Got me against the ropes!)
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| Niggas is gettin' trees
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| See I got that Sour D’s and that Juicy Juicy (Boss Don Biggavel'!)
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| Baby you found my name. |
| (O.F.O!)
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| We at the penthouse, let these hoes stay-yay (R.I.P. Stack baby!)
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| Tell me why the road turned
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| Nigga ain’t do one of these!
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| Where’s the dedication, where’s the homage?
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| Fuck him!
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| I got you nigga!
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| Got so many hits together dog!
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| So crazy…
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| So wavy…
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| Abra-cadabra!
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| Pen-a-tow
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| M.O.B. |
| 1!
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| So many songs man!
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| Letter To Stacks
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| Boss Don Biggavel'!
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| Oww! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Letter to Stack Bundles, artist - Max B. Album song Library of a Legend, Vol. 20, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп