paroles de chanson Sticky Icky - Pitbull feat. Jim Jones
Hey
Lil'
Jon,
know
we
tell
these
boys
When
they
campin'
out
with
the
blunt,
right?
We
tell
â€
em
puff,
puff,
pass
with
your
pussy
ass
I
said
puff,
puff,
pass
with
your
pussy
ass
I
smell
that
sticky
icky,
who
got
that
sticky
icky?
I
got
that
sticky
icky,
icky,
icky
I
smell
that
sticky
icky,
who
got
that
sticky
icky?
I
got
that
sticky
icky,
icky,
icky
I
smell
that
sticky,
oh
yeah
Who
got
that
sticky?
I
do
I
smell
that
sticky,
oh
yeah
Who
got
that
sticky?
Me
too
I
smell
that
sticky,
oh
yeah
Who
got
that
sticky?
I
do
I
smell
that
sticky,
oh
yeah
Who
got
that
sticky?
Me
too
You
know
the
drill,
break
it
up,
break
it
up
You
know
the
drill,
roll
it
up,
roll
it
up
You
know
the
drill,
light
it
up,
light
it
up
You
know
the
drill,
smoke
it
up,
smoke
it
up
Now,
puff,
puff,
pass
with
your
pussy
ass
You
fuckin'
up
the
rotation,
that
thang
there
burnin'
fast
This
ain't
a
joke,
stop
playin',
I
need
to
smoke
This
thang
can
get
dirty
and
I
ain't
talkin'
â€
bout
sprinklin'
coke
I
need
that
sticky
icky,
that
Miami
crippy
That
Washington
high
purple,
watch
out
that
thang
will
hurt
you
I
need
that
Cali
chronic,
damn,
a
Chico
on
it
Some
of
that
Seattle
supersonic
will
have
you
like
Nevada
want
it
fucked
up
That's
right
high
as
a
kite
Now
roll
the
next
one
and
pass
me
the
light
â€
Cause
we
ready
for
sure,
ready
to
go
Ready
to
blow,
let's
roll
I
smell
that
sticky
icky,
who
got
that
sticky
icky?
I
got
that
sticky
icky,
icky,
icky
I
smell
that
sticky
icky,
who
got
that
sticky
icky?
I
got
that
sticky
icky,
icky,
icky
I
smell
that
sticky,
oh
yeah
Who
got
that
sticky?
I
do
I
smell
that
sticky,
oh
yeah
Who
got
that
sticky?
Me
too
I
smell
that
sticky,
oh
yeah
Who
got
that
sticky?
I
do
I
smell
that
sticky,
oh
yeah
Who
got
that
sticky?
Me
too
If
thirty's
the
new
twenty,
Patron's
the
new
Henney
Roll
in
a
new
Bentley,
blowin'
like
two
twenty
That
ain't
the
price
of
the
car,
now
that's
a
half
ounce
of
piff,
dawg
You
gotta
have
a
strong
chest
just
to
hit
the
raw
Or
you'll
be
coughin'
up
a
lung
Harlem,
where
we
from
so
of
course
we
gettin'
drunk
twisted
We
hit
the
parties,
poppin'
bottles
just
for
fun
Smokin'
weed
in
your
club,
call
the
coppers,
let
â€
em
come
Miami,
Trey
O
Five,
we
cop
it
out
the
bro
house
A
generator
so
the
lights
don't
go
out
A
big
profit
in
that
greenery
We
now
stoppin'
by
the
beach
just
for
scenery
When
here
it's
45,
up
here
it's
65
Meet
you
in
Carolina,
get
it
for
55
We
got
them
pounds,
nigga
â€
cause
everyday
we
hustlin'
It's
heavy
cake
and
druggin'
it,
so
heavyweight
we
smuggle
it
I
smell
that
sticky
icky,
who
got
that
sticky
icky?
I
got
that
sticky
icky,
icky,
icky
I
smell
that
sticky
icky,
who
got
that
sticky
icky?
I
got
that
sticky
icky,
icky,
icky
I
smell
that
sticky,
oh
yeah
Who
got
that
sticky?
I
do
I
smell
that
sticky,
oh
yeah
Who
got
that
sticky?
Me
too
I
smell
that
sticky,
oh
yeah
Who
got
that
sticky?
I
do
I
smell
that
sticky,
oh
yeah
Who
got
that
sticky?
Me
too
Puff,
puff,
pass
with
your
pussy
ass
I
said
puff,
puff,
pass
with
your
pussy
ass
Puff,
puff,
pass
with
your
pussy
ass
I
said
puff,
puff,
pass
with
your
pussy
ass
Puff,
puff,
pass
with
your
pussy
ass
I
said
puff,
puff,
pass
with
your
pussy
ass
Puff,
puff,
pass
with
your
pussy
ass
I
said
puff,
puff,
pass
with
your
pussy
ass
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