paroles de chanson Still Flippin - Stitches
I
got
bricks
in
my
trunk
and
I'm
drivin'
in
my
Porche
I
got
bricks
in
my
trunk
and
I'm
drivin'
in
my
Porche
Feds
follow
me
everyday
but
I'm
still
flippin'
bricks
Feds
follow
me
everyday
but
I'm
still
flippin'
bricks
I
got
bricks
in
my
trunk
and
I'm
drivin'
in
my
Porche
I
got
bricks
in
my
trunk
and
I'm
drivin'
in
my
Porche
Feds
follow
me
everyday
but
I'm
still
flippin'
bricks
Feds
follow
me
everyday
but
I'm
still
flippin'
bricks
I'm
connected,
I'm
connected,
well
respected
in
the
hood
Everywhere
that
I
go
I
get
love
from
every
hood
I
got
bricks
on
top
of
bricks,
I
got
bricks
up
in
my
attic
Everybody
that
I'm
servin'
is
a
fuckin'
drug
addict
I'm
a
boss,
motherfucker,
but
I
ain't
no
Rick
Ross
If
I
kill
your
family
member,
nigga,
sorry
for
your
loss
Twenty
years
old,
ballin'
already,
got
three
children
And
I
spend
ten-thousand
every
month
on
each
one
of
my
children
When
I
was
young,
nigga,
I
didn't
know
my
fuckin'
dad
He's
a
pussy
motherfucker,
he
was
ghostin',
yeah,
it's
sad
I'm
a
father
figure
to
my
children,
money
to
the
ceilin'
When
they
kill
that
nigga
Stitches
I'm
gon'
leave
'em
with
my
millions
I
got
bricks
in
my
trunk
and
I'm
drivin'
in
my
Porche
I
got
bricks
in
my
trunk
and
I'm
drivin'
in
my
Porche
Feds
follow
me
everyday
but
I'm
still
flippin'
bricks
Feds
follow
me
everyday
but
I'm
still
flippin'
bricks
I
got
bricks
in
my
trunk
and
I'm
drivin'
in
my
Porche
I
got
bricks
in
my
trunk
and
I'm
drivin'
in
my
Porche
Feds
follow
me
everyday
but
I'm
still
flippin'
bricks
Feds
follow
me
everyday
but
I'm
still
flippin'
bricks
The
feds
always
follow
me,
they
don't
give
me
my
privacy
Niggas
always
snitchin'
on
me,
niggas
always
tellin'
on
me
Feds
watchin'
but
Imma
serve
and
stay
fly
Always
gotta
stay
high,
fuck
'round,
I
pull
a
drive-by
I
got
choppers,
I
got
Uzis,
bricks
of
cocaine
I'm
movin'
Fuck
with
me,
boy,
you
losin',
I
kill
you
while
you
snoozin'
I
come
creepin'
while
you
sleepin',
they
say
that
Stitches
is
a
demon
Bitch,
shut
up,
swallow
my
semen,
my
dick
got
your
girl
fiendin'
I
always
been
real,
boy,
I
never
been
fake,
shout-out
to
El
Chapo
that
boy
just
escaped
Free
all
of
my
thugs,
bruh,
free
all
of
my
brothers
Everybody
makin'
mistakes,
everybody
wanna
eat
a
stake
Holler
at
me
if
you
want
a
brick,
I'll
front
'em
to
ya,
I
don't
give
a
shit
I
got
bricks
in
my
trunk
and
I'm
drivin'
in
my
Porche
I
got
bricks
in
my
trunk
and
I'm
drivin'
in
my
Porche
Feds
follow
me
everyday
but
I'm
still
flippin'
bricks
Feds
follow
me
everyday
but
I'm
still
flippin'
bricks
I
got
bricks
in
my
trunk
and
I'm
drivin'
in
my
Porche
I
got
bricks
in
my
trunk
and
I'm
drivin'
in
my
Porche
Feds
follow
me
everyday
but
I'm
still
flippin'
bricks
Feds
follow
me
everyday
but
I'm
still
flippin'
bricks
1 Head Up
2 Still Flippin
3 Real Street Nigga
4 Hands Official (feat. Kevin Gates)
5 Puerto Rico
6 Remember Me
7 She's a Rider
8 Spaz Out
9 Dope in My Socks
10 Mexico
11 Young Rich Niggas
12 Stone Cold
13 Neva Rob Me
14 They Don't Know
15 Really Sellin Dope
16 Stackin Paper (feat. King Pretti)
17 Choppas
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