Sticky Now lyrics

Artist  : St. Lunatics 
Song : Sticky Now



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  (Scratching) 4x
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke sticky now

(City Spud)
Now for real I be the break 'em off
Ho hopper, trick knocker
Nobody does it like we do we's proper
Biggie like Papa when I dropper
Lying on that as* now we f**king till the beat
don't stopper
Could it be I move too smooth?
Grooves that will make the whole party move
Spots I keep them hot so honies be out to trot
Yo I got this game on lock when I pull up on the
lot

(Hook û City Spud)
So watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm spiffy now
So the bit*hes pick me now
See watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm spiffy now
So the bit*hes pick me now
Tell them watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm picky now
Smoke sticky now
Tell them watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm spiffy now
Bit*hes pick me now

(City Spud)
Now everyone wanna try and stop this dude
Pop this dude, drop this dude
Try to top this dude, plus test my crew
Watch me drop a jewel while they jock this dude
But why every time I around we's cool?
Watch them act a fool
When I leave swiftly, sixty when I cruise
My dues been paid
Rats been laid
Many gats been sprayed
Plus tracks been made like yellow dude face
See me through your shades, blow up like grenades
Try to fade this team, you know what that mean
Head full of dreams
Go on watch us hit the seams with this million
dollar team
Shining like rings
Taking over everything with this lyrical scheme
We be like fiends when it comes to the money
Be are end for hur-tin-in'

(Hook)

(Murphy Lee)
I keep's it going on and on
Little T I like's to rock shit
Keep that head pop shit
Keep on making profits
What you know about this?
Nothing at all, cause my shits gall like these
hos on my balls
I be that 'Hit 'em once see you later' I holler
No need to bother little Torii about a dollar
Ask Ali Baba and he'll tell y'all
 
'A po's office ho about to get you for your L
dawg'
Tell those low-down dirty gold diggers
Torii 'Murphy Lee' ain't your average rich nigga
Saint Louis representer and I remember
Hos can give a f**k about my beater in December
But now it's a holiday and follow me
Up North like Hollany
Booty call like Bellamy
Nag, what you telling me?
Now it's all-good
You's a star spelled backwards
Go on back to your hood

(Nelly)
Now it goes hos and niggas, sit back and relax
Fri. and Sat.
Pay attention while as I drop this sh*t on y'ass
Thinking I wanna smoke a blunt
Got them ??? on their knees
You cats that wanna be down you just get ready
for your lead
Now I know niggas trying to say that Lunatics
East Coast
Cause my lyrics boasts with flavor but fool I'm
just your neighbor
One of Saint Louis' finest, just keep a cover
like Linus
Stop your as* like sinus, congestion 'till you
learn your lesson
Confessin' in a danker cruiser supposedly with no
future
Mammas call me a loser
Huh, but watch me prove I can Buckeye like Ohio
Keeping Pace like Orlando
I'm running out from the 5 O's cause all I herr
is 'Book 'em Dano'
Practice cause I can't be touched, I'm just too
much
I'm packed like lunch with more skills than such
and such
I'm plus, never a minus, bumping Johnny Unitas
Out that Hall of Fame
Lyrics ride tracks better than trains
Coming flier than planes, crossing niggas like
lanes
Backstabbing, but peep out my game as I explain
Everybody shake your hand ain't your partner fool
Just because I give you dapper that don't mean we
cool
Clearer than ice water
See your whole plans to shake me up
Let up before I wet up your whole f**king getup
Spit up a lung you'd got that wind knocked out
Who get the clout? Ain't no doubt
Lunatics run the house

(Hook)

(Scratching)
Smoke smoke smoke sticky now

(City Spud)
So watch me now