J. Stalin – Lyrical exercise

J. Stalin – Lyrical exercise Lyrics

Artist: J. Stalin
Song: Lyrical exercise

Stalin bussin b#tches and hustlin and flippin whips
Stayin with them 40s that be’s wit them extra clips
n#gg#s steady hatin and b#tchin with no chips
I’m stuntin, counting money and burnin them like bricks

Real sh#t, I could give a f#ck about a icy wrist
I be on that mild white, fair with that dope b#tch
Stalin selling cups of that syrup and ridin dirty
f#ck the police because they know we movin them birdies

I’m a motherf#ckin playa, bet a ho would never burden me
n#gg#s keep playin…get stuffed like a turkey
b#tch n#gg#s get shredded like Beef Jerky
Stuntin in my whip and I’m smoking on all purple

Hatas runnin in circles, like a pet Gerbil
I’m hot on these streets, no shirt no thermal
Kill a n#gg# from far away with one f#ckin verbal
Poppin hella slackas, n#gg# blowin hella turtle

n#gg#s is hoes, they be out here wearin girdles
f#ck wit young Stalin, p#ss# n#gg# get murdered
I get furthered dippin in loadin more clips
You n#gg#s is plastic like a bag of potato chips

n#gg#s runnin lips and they talkin up on you n#gg#s
Livewire play wit choppas, I hope you get the picture
Hoes runnin lips and they talkin up on you n#gg#s
Livewire play wit choppas, I hope you get the picture

n#gg#s pimpin b#tches and hustlin to get money
All out in Vegas my n#gg#s is goin dummy
Stay with them bangers n#gg# and keep it one hunnit
Stay with them bangers n#gg# and keep it one hunny

n#gg#s pimpin b#tches and hustlin to get money
All out in Vegas my n#gg#s is goin dummy
Stay with them bangers n#gg# and keep it one hunnit
Stay with them bangers n#gg# and keep it one hunnit

Stalin steady flinchin and grittin and still grindin
n#gg#s steady heating and b#tching, I’m still shining
Yep I’m still flying, taking planes everywhere
Erry city I touch down, I bring that purple there

Went from posted up on the corner to serve fiends
To millionaire ideas with billionaire dreams
n#gg#s steady b#tching and fiending for more cream
Countin 100s, sweepers was strapped with them red beams

Getting money, buying my b#tches them nice things
Posted in the village, the strap was up in my jeans
Nickels, Dimes, Solids; I got whatever you need
n#gg#s was trippin, poppin them pills with the Speed

I was sellin this coke and this powder and purple weed
Give a b#tch some dick and she givin me house keys
Movin on up from quarters, ounces, to ki’s
Steady droppin hits and I’m killin my enemies

Playin wit them Katas, them things be chinese
Send a n#gg# to his maker if he ever try me
Yeah I know you fly, but you will never be fly as me
b#tch #ss n#gg#, you could never stand by me

n#gg#s steady hatin, they hustlin; they gettin better
Me? I’m barely hustlin and stackin the most cheddar
Boy I’m from the west, and J about whatever
Livewire for hire and Stalin the mayor
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Release Year: 2010