| He came into the game and dominated
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| Only to remain underrated the entire time
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| Eventually he left, they begged him to stay
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| They never appreciate you until you’re gone
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| Maybe he’ll be reincarnated, with a vengeance
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| Ha ha ha ha ha…
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| I wore hoodies 3X size
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| Banging since the Latin Kings and the Ñietas
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| Shmurda something like Bobby, nigga GS9
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| Bring trror to your squad like a TS sign
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| Back when R. Kelly had th song Fiesta
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| Did the juggs on the bus, the BX line
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| In grade school, I’ve never been the reject kind
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| Pap always got the new Jordans, he dressed fly
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| Bullshitters couldn’t play me with that bs vibe
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| Put the knuckle check on 'em during recess time
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| Haters ask how we doing, tell 'em we just fine
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| Hottest thing in the streets since the PS5
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| Used to be nice, I’m still nice this ain’t a throwback
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| I’m not perfect and I ain’t afraid to show that
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| If I make a mistake, I wouldn’t hesitate to own that
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| I just say «pardon me» like Trump did to Wayne and Kodak
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| You bluffing, you fronting, you bugging
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| Cheap jewels, keep hustling
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| You struggling, you a rat, you nothing
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| Papoose, big strong, two cousins
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| Huh
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| It’s free to throw 'em out in drain
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| 'Cause he ain’t mentally free, your bro such a slave
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| Acting like you so smart, you know nothing mane
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| No amount of money can fix a broke fucking brain (facts!)
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| Acting like a kid and it’s a cold blooded shame
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| Grown men don’t even act their own fucking age (clowns!)
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| From the dark side I ain’t see no sunny days
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| Some hold grudges, they carry those to their grave
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| When you playing cee-lo it’s such a cold blooded game
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| We play by the hood rules, those never change
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| If you’re not betting don’t stick your nose in the game
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| Don’t be a cheerleader, that’s so fucking lame (lame!)
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| Let 'em get away with it then you chose to get played
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| If he asks bets, you either fold or you bang
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| Niggas be calling me by a whole another name
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| The Headcracker we both not the same
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| If you roll with Brownsville dudes, you’re on the road to get paid (facts!)
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| Most ace out, some niggas throw lucky trades
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| Quick to poke something, I keep a old bloody blade
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| Might clap something, I got a old rusty gauge
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| When it’s time to work out, they show funny ways
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| Asking more hand outs than a go fund me page
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| You bluffing, you fronting, you bugging
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| Cheap jewels, keep hustling
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| You struggling, you a rat, you nothing
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| Papoose, big strong, two cousins
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| You bluffing, you fronting, you bugging
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| Cheap jewels, keep hustling
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| You struggling, you a rat, you nothing
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| Papoose, big strong, two cousins |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stick & Stones , by - Papoose. Song from the album February, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп