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#Stg

6

Hip-Hop/Rap

#Stg was released on November 8, 2019 by We Prosper/7th Division Recordings as a part of the album #Stg - Single

Song Details

Album#Stg - Single

Release DateNovember 8, 2019

LabelWe Prosper/7th Division Recordings

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM92

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

RoBB Jay

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Robert Hines

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Brad Kins

Producer

Lyrics

Verse 1:

Doc Martens, steppin' through this b***h though/ (Ha)

Breakin' necks, whip lash on a rich h*e/ (Yea)

Shooters wit' me, you can get ya issue/ (Hmm)

Have ya Mammy cryin', here's a tissue/ (Damn)

Plus you know I got the stick too/ (Ha)

Certified, I be with the s***s too/ (Yup)

My s**t is fire hot, break the meter/ (Got damn)

Your s**t is minuscule, like amoeba/ (S**t is little)

Chiba Chiba, I be on cloud 10/

Redman, Method Man, How High can I ascend/

I do not love these hoes, and I will not pretend/

First I fuck her, then I duck her, switch, and do it all again/ (Ha!)

My flow is not modern, it's timeless/

Chokin' on my dick, I should give this hoe the Heimlich/

Running' through this money, I should probably get the Heisman/

Stiff arm that hoe, fuck outta here like a lineman/ (Bow)

Hook:

Swear to God, when I put these words together, it's magical/

Swear to Me, I do what I want, you do what you hafta do/

Do it big, ALL CAPS, like I'm mad at you/

C.E.O. s**t, C.E.O. s**t/

Swear to God, when I put these words together, it's magical/

Swear to Me, I do what I want, you do what you hafta do/

Do it big, ALL CAPS, like I'm mad at you/

C.E.O. s**t, C.E.O. s**t/

Verse 2:

C.E.O. S**T, n***a all capitals,/ (Ha)

F****n' wit' my bag will make me clap at you/ (*imitates gun sound*)

F**k up out my face wit' all that attitude/ (Peace)

I'm a blessing, you should show me gratitude/ (Holy)

Flyer n***a, you ain't on my latitude/ (Nope, nope)

Never f****d with something of this magnitude/ (Nope, nope)

I don' paid my dues, and got them stripes on me/ (Stripes on me)

I am the big Homie, little n***a you don't know me/

Ain't no swag rag dawg, no mumble/ (Nope)

Clearly, I'm a problem, I suggest that you be humble/ (Yup)

Money in the streets, but mostly legal investments/ (Hold up)

I can write your business plan and projections/

F**k it run them numbers, and associate with gunners/

I need a hot girl cuz I'm the number 1 stunna/ (Wa what, wa wa what)

I don't try to do what they do/ ( Nope)

I jus get my cream cheese like a bagel/ (Yup)

RoBB Jay, Socrates, Plato/

F****n' wit' a broke b***h could be fatal/ (Yup)

F**k a seat, n***a make your own table/ (Yup)

And f**k a deal n***a, start your own label/ (And run it!)

Hook:

Swear to God, when I put these words together, it's magical/

Swear to Me, I do what I want, you do what you hafta do/

Do it big, ALL CAPS, like I'm mad at you/

C.E.O. s**t, C.E.O. s**t/

Swear to God, when I put these words together, it's magical/

Swear to Me, I do what I want, you do what you hafta do/

Do it big, ALL CAPS, like I'm mad at you/

C.E.O. s**t, C.E.O. s**t/

Copyright 2019 We Prosper/ 7th Division Recordings

Written by: Robert Hines

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