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Ah, stick, stick, stick, let it hit, hit, hit Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit My blicky up on the dresser My blicky up in the trunk Hm, ain't no setup, hmm, nah, ain't no setup (setup) Blicky on the dresser, nah, I can't let up Any other hater, 'cause critics, they debate us Critiquing how I'm living, I'm retarded like my pendant It's a stick (a stick), Let it hit (a hit) Now you talking perjury, come in here that's it My blick (my blick), my blick, Kiana Hmm, nah, on the dresser They said I can't come (come), always overdressing ('dress) Go up behind her like I'm finsta shoot it on the setup No, I just can't let up Mm, blicky, blicky, ride that bitch, don't need a shella Come back, 1986, it's bad, she say, "Bae, my favorite player" Coming in a new star, we a player Zero to a hundred, make 'em see the laser Realest say to get yo' money, hundred thousand acres Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit Letras de cancionesStick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit My blicky up on the dresser My blicky up in the trunk My blicky up on the dresser My blicky up in the trunk From Letras Mania