Sticky Icky - Pitbull
Sticky Icky - Pitbull Lyrics
Ey little Jones
Know what we tell these boys when they're camping out with those blunts, right?
We sell 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've got that sticky, icky, icky icky -
I smell that sticky icky
Who got that sticky icky
I've 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)
You know the drill (roll it up)
You know the drill (light it up)
You know the drill (smoke it up)
Now puff puff pass
With your pussy ass
You fucking up the rotation
That thing that burning fast
This ain't a joke, stop playin', I need to smoke
This thing can get dirty
And I ain't talking 'bout sprinkelin' coke
I need that sticky icky
That - Miami crippy
That washington high purple
Watch how that thing'll hurt you
I need that cali-crony
Damn that chico on it
Some of that Seattle super-sonic
Now how you like Nevada
Want it fucked up
That's right, high as a kite
Now roll the next one
And pass me the light
Cause we ready
Fo sho ready
To go ready
To blow, lets go
I smell that sticky icky
Who got that sticky icky
I've got that sticky, icky, icky icky -
I smell that sticky icky
Who got that sticky icky
I've 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)
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