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ima be stangin' - lil stick-up lyrics

[intro: lil stick*up]
[?]
sh*t, i got you my n*gga
[?] all night, criminal manne for real

[verse 1: lil stick*up]
standin’ on the track, all i’m servin’ [?] to the junkies strap
with the .4 to the 5, for what? to make that money
slangin’ the [?], got a fist full of, ah, whoopin’ that sh*t, by the gram
five*0’s creepin’, sneakin’, peakin’ on a player, i don’t give a d*mn
all my hustlers dodgin’ busters, that’s the reason a n*gga so broke
i’m not a punk, it’s a plug*up, not a plug, it’s the more
bullsh*t, i try to speak, some of this knowledge to these busters
buster don’t wonder, stand the game (so listen motherf*cker)
runnin’ up and down [?], bulletproof, [?] stroll
i just can’t count on all my money, hollerin’ when it comеs to tonin’
some n*gga just don’t know the sko, walkin’ out of town, play for broke
claimin’ thеy gat, [?] that, for [?] a hoe
all of them n*ggas [?] high*cappin’ like [?], get about your hogg
[?] hatin’ b*tches tellin’ that my diamonds stealin’ copper
why you traitors trade no steel? [?] you out with the [?]
lil stick*up mane, ridin’ in a chevy thang, still stangin’

[chorus: criminal manne]
i’ma be stangin’ (stangin’, stangin’)
i’ma be stangin’, droppin’ with my .44
i’ma be stangin’ (stangin’, stangin’)
i’ma be stangin’, droppin’ with my .44
i’ma be stangin’ (stangin’, stangin’)
i’ma be stangin’, droppin’ with my .44
i’ma be stangin’ (stangin’, stangin’)
i’ma be stangin’, droppin’ with my .44
[verse 2: lil stick*up]
later on that night, got a read from a hoe
that i know from south mempho
can i stab tho? she can suck a d*ck and blow indo, and still won’t choke
beepin’ at my pager, tricks [?] a [?] of hennessey
at the skatin’ rink, criminals high
so now i’m ridin’ heavy, chevy, [?]
ready to pop and drop a lollipop
don’t forget i’m from the park (orange mound, biatch)
we come in blocks, drop my n*gga off
at the house with a ounce, so now i’m gone’
[?] the hoe, motherf*ck the hoe
better rob that hoe with my four plus four
mash, (so high), the cash, got a n*gga fiendin’, schemin’, cl!ckin’
i take riches over b*tches, and date ’em through [?]
steamin’ my robbers, what some busters?
trizzick cool, i play these cards
creep slow, peep while i bail through the back door
b*tch, hit the floor and let the man [?]
stick*up robbin’ solo, b*tch no hoe can dodge my charged .44
chrome mega, put a sag in your chest
smart b*tch that said, oh sh*t, i’ll get you, got them, tryna play hard
pop a clip, now lil stick*up too sl!ck, for this sh*t, ’cause

- lil stick up lyrics

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