
12 sticks - shinjy lyrics
[intro: shinjy]
(f*ck, hmm)
i don’t* i just don’t know what to do at this point bruh
like, i gotta’ go to school in the morning, it’s late as f*ck
bruh, what the f*ck is this n*gga* shut the f*ck up!
[verse 1: shinjy]
watch out ho, i got a beam in this b*tch (grra, bow, pow)
no doubt ho, they tryna scheme in this b*tch (grra, pow, bow)
his heart cold, might send some heat to his chest
since it’s a sunday you know that these bullets gon’ bless (bop, beep, beep)
that n*gga p*ssy he rockin’ a vest
i took his sh*t ’cause he p*ssy, that’s cause and effect (mmm)
i got 10k in my stussy’s i’m comin’ for next
“you don’t got 10k or stussy’s” (oh my god, who is this?)
yo, shut the*
[verse 2: shinjy]
fu* f*ck up b*tch!
march through your hood with a band, (f*ck up!) get you drum kicked (brrrrrrrrr)
my n*gga spinnin’ like fans with like*1, 2, 3, 4, 5* (ehem) 12 sticks!
how you a shooter allergic to sh*llfish (what does that even mean?)
dipped on your man’s when hе jump that’s so selfish
oh that’s your b*tch? we was just watchin’ netflix (bop, bop, bop)
“how many sticks do you got?” why you b*tchin’ likе that? and i told him straight up it’s just six
and she was throwin’ a fit, while she screamin’ and sh*t, and i told ’em just l!ck on my d*ck
she said she wanted a treat, now i gave her my meat, now i’m dipping, no it was a trick
she said she lovin’ on me, she wan’ get in my sheets, and she said she don’t care ’bout the time
i cannot f*ck on that b*tch that’s a crime [?] (nah what did he say)
[intermission: shinjy]
*what the f*ck happened to the beat
(nah jit trippin’)
*nah you’re a pedophile, “that’s a crime?” no she’s under aged
(what he talkin’ ’bout)
*not like* not like edp, i talkin’ ’bout she’s ugly as f*ck
*nah you’re outrageous
(nah periodt)
*i can explain, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen
(periodt ahh, periodt uhh)
*indubitably, exquivically, unequivocally, outra*
*no n*gga, no n*gga
*yes you are
*i can* i can explain
[verse 3: shinjy]
i can explain! gimme yo’ jewels b*tch, gimme yo’ chain
you touchin’ who? n*gga must be insane
that was yo’ brain, now it look like a stain
and this chop got him floatin’ like he david blaine (i might just leave it off at the david blain line)
nah, f*ck that!
fill you with holes, like a ticket, i punch that
bet if i beat up on you, you won’t punch back
tie him up, hang that lil’ b*tch like a nut sack (ight, i think its time for me to get off)
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