
stains - sickboyrari lyrics
[intro: fhn mook]
i might catch a stain on that hoe, if she flexing up
i might catch a stain on that hoe, if she flexing up
i might catch a stain on that hoe, if she flexing up
i might catch a stain on that hoe, if she flexing up
i might hit a stain on that n*gga, if he flexing up
pull up on all types of sh*t, got prices sh*t, can’t wife a b*tch
f*ck that hoe you know i shoot, keep the poles all in yo hood
[chorus: fhn mook]
i might catch a stain on that hoe, if she flexing up
i might hit a stain on that n*gga, if he flexing up
pull up on all types of sh*t, got prices sh*t, can’t wife a b*tch
f*ck that hoe you know i shoot, keep the poles all in yo hood
i might catch a stain on that hoe, if she flexing up
i might hit a stain on that n*gga, if he flexing up
pull up on all types of sh*t, got prices sh*t, can’t wife a b*tch
f*ck that hoe you know i shoot, keep the poles all in yo hood
[verse 1: fhn mook]
i’m might hit a stain on that b*tch, if she acting up
i might put a purple of that sip on my double cup
ayy, by that goop boy, ayy, getting loose boy
all my n*ggas ride down in that chevy coupe boy
i might hit a stain on that n*gga, for his d*mn pack
i might hit a stain on that b*tch, ’cause she acting wack
if a n*gga got it i’ma go up in my backpack
if a n*gga want it i’ma go and take his d*mn racks
[chorus: fhn mook]
i might catch a stain on that hoe, if she flexing up
i might hit a stain on that n*gga, if he flexing up
pull up on all types of sh*t, got prices sh*t, can’t wife a b*tch
f*ck that hoe you know i shoot, keep the poles all in yo hood
i might catch a stain on that hoe, if she flexing up
i might hit a stain on that n*gga, if he flexing up
pull up on all types of sh*t, got prices sh*t, can’t wife a b*tch
f*ck that hoe you know i shoot, keep the poles all in yo hood
[verse 2: sickboyrari]
i’ma hit a stain on that hoe, if she icey
i’ma hit a stain on that hoe, if she trifling
i’ma hit a stain on that hoe, in my nikes
i’ma hit a stain on that hoe, and get icey
if she icey then i might wife her up, got potential
go ahead and ice the trigger finger, ’cause she gonn’ shoot
she down to hit a stain too, you [?] boo
might hop up out the cut with her tec, smoking two types of boof
smoking two types of boof
i ain’t even gotta do sh*t, i’ma [?] boo
[outro: sickboyrari]
bad b*tch sh*t, coolin’
and i’m in the field with my soldiers
and i’m in the field with my soldiers n*gga with my troops
and i’m in the *, by my lonely
yeah
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