Atmosphere - The Stick Up (feat. Eyedea) Lyrics
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- The Stick Up (feat. Eyedea) Lyrics
Album: (SLUG) Ho's and tramps, fucks and sluts Bitches, scams, tits, butts Bitches be creamin for this 8-inch demon And when you hear me screamin I'm about to free the semen Wipe myself off on ya couch cover If she talks any trash I'll flash my boxcutter 'cuz I'm rougher than any pimp ya had in ya life, ho I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle Kill that bullshit, cuz if baby gets spiteful I'm lacin her liquor with some piss and some lysol Rollin a shit brown Lincoln eatin a stickybun Spot-check the flock, PIG ONE is gonna give me some Cuz I'm a freak, I like the girls with tatoos Yo I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru! I'll take em two at a time, make em both say my name Ain't ever had three, but best believe that I'm game! and that's the key, game girl, I fit words like Scrabble the inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle Cruisin lakestreet, gene-pool ridin shotgun Got the flyest trickies from the Mississippi to Boston I got a house full of porn to keep the vibe warm, the door's always open honey, come outta the storm Yo I got daddys' little girls, ones that always stay true got an uptown girl, she dyes her pubic hair blue and I got a bitch that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavor she travels on business, I'm gettin down with her neighbors I got a freak, drives a bus, shows me love with the free rides a hundred hos in Saint Paul, but only one from eastside Got a Bloomington bitch with a pool at her appartment rugburns all over from fuckin her on the carpet gotta make em all hos make em all work the food court Yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports Got stripper bitches, body jewels and fake titties got a ho that lives in Argo for when I escape the city But my favorite one outta all of em is your girl I sway the tongue, never once have I been forceful She lays it on like it's a job that she loves Yo whose lips are these? the response is always Slug's The Richfield bitches freak the lip gloss and hairspray And downtown women that like to fuck on the staircase northside chicks, southside chicks, suburban chicks Love to open married women up to the perverted mix! Disturbin your relationship, excuse my morals I work it with the way I trick em out, silly mortals The words I kick, the sport I play, know what to say when Im sittin at this buffet with all these tasty morsels?! But my favorite one outta all of em is your girl I sway the tongue, never once have I been forceful She lays it on like it's a job that she loves Yo whose lips are these? the response is always Slug's Cruisin down the street in my baby's mom's capris Febuary, got the windows cracked, wearin a fleece hit the bus depot, yo bu, you kinda cute give me nine and a half weeks and I'll have that freak [sniffin tude?] distribute income across the rotten fruited plain I know it's hard bein young girl let me soothe the pain I understand you baby, straight up I understand Now lift up your ass so I can pull these fuckin pants down The only ones I don't do is those under 18 or at least I keep that shit a secret if you know what I mean I got sluts that love to give head, and I love to watch the way they move they heads up and down my. . .
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