Stik Figa - November First lyrics

rate me

Fool all respect unless you get it off the toroth

Did a little dirt busting serves out on the court

I get it really is a joke being so long as I counting every day

Not just a fifty in the first

Try to get it of the world like I passed in the church

You got me hit and get it, while I sit here underscore

Phone jerky my old lady on my nerve

Almost swatted under burst, switching lanes as I swear

Hold truth and nothing but I don’t even see the bird

Ain’t the same so I’mma get what I deserve

Wreak in silence with my demons

We already came to turn

Wiping calling, and they in it

Leave your feelings hurt

And see me how watch burns nothing they can tell me

In a fuck it full of crabs wanna grad you to the valley

Coolest key in the glance got it talking ‘bout Zach and Caley turn

Up just laugh, with principal mister

I got it gram in the cutlass, sitting on voles

The plug like that chop so will let go

That got your girl keep looking and that bitch don’t go

I’m twisting up me and my niggas I’m could

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The nigga zipping on ball

And getting money maybe not, it’s ‘bout the dick and let go

The suckers are snakes

Cuz motherfucker gonna hate, special when they know you hustel

Now you fucking with KA

This sound still loud ,don’t make my back pain go

Is looking like I got a gotta get the plug on the phone

They don’t get caught in the dawn

What’s having this on they don’t get pack in the dawn

But try to play your niggas pay me

Then gonna go back at their home

You bitch turn up and she starting to flow

I bang her laughing, hit the pedal then go trap all I saw

I put her round the front make to eat your bitch

They know I’m fine to hit the top

And get some money but stay fit

My shiny, plan plates, shake it

Can be afraid of that low wining base

I know why you not do that thang in the same way

I know why they not do the same

My shiny, plan plates, shake it

Can be afraid of that low wining base

I know why you not do that thang in the same way

I know why they not do the same

They jams scrue, we slap rich

Roam, roam next dragging ‘bout the lynch

It is what it is

It is what it is

It is what it is

I say it again, they jam school, we slap rich, roam, roam

Roam, roam next dragging ‘bout the lynch

It is what it is

It is what it is

It is what it is

And anybody hear me saying wook me again