Lyrics:
a bunch of hits
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly when girls stop by
For the summer, for the summer
I like girls that wear Abercrombie
of caining
So I gotta think fast mr nally watch your ass, wake up and laugh and run
Better Mr run, mr rand, mr mac, mr nally
Mr run, mr man, you got
spiral stairs
I will swear on a stack of Bibles
I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols
I don't care, it's Music To Be Murdered By
So
fighting
I'll hit you quick as Lightning
I'm sick of the way rappers act these days
Only hurting themselves in stupid ways
So this time when I pull up I
on my wrist got em sick
Sick Sick yo bitch on my dick now he sick
So much money on my mind gotta migraine
One glance at this bitch will make ya eye sprain
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confused I don't know what to feel
The blood on my skin it might just start to spill
Just stay by my side i'll be loving you still
So sick i'm so sick i
Huh, fucker, huh, fucker
Mr. Cooler out the fridge, baby, be my H, drop my tape
Man, I bought this bitch, hustlin' every week (grindin')
Do so much,
our back on him when
He need his boys for real
You done got dropped by everybody I know
Goon Sqwad, AWOL, and a couple of hoes SO
That's neither here
the game, I'mma sophomore
If it ain't about the cash, why you think you should talk more
I'm juggin' at a walmart, but the money is offshore
What you actin so
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five call it Pac's revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho
. Adams, dear Mr. Adams
I've been presented with a new son by the noble stork
So I am going to celebrate and pop the cork
With all the Livingstons
on a nigga
we aint use to fuck
unless he made at least 6 figures
bad lil thick thick
and i got my bitches with me
bout to pull a drive by
u know im rollin'
Sick of the sideline story
No more Mr. Nice Guy
Didn't think I could speak right
I been observant the whole time
So If I speak up this time
It's no more
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
today
From my boyfriend so far away
Please Mr. Postman look and see
If there's a letter a letter for me
I've been standin' here
Waitin' Mr. Postman
Girl you got me love sick
The times we share
Girl you got me love sick
I hold so dear
Girl you got me love sick
You got me oh so twisted
Girl you got
came across all these little ppl lil ppl right infront of me
they looked up at me and sed hey mr r u tall
i sed yes im tall but hu r u wierd little
but im so raw
This rapping in my jeans
Get jiggy, puzzled by what he saw
I got an A in theatre
But i still dont play
A young nigga ballin
Quick to pull
Flippin off the camera actin mean
I'm gettin sick of the same routine
From who?
Mr. Tough Guy
Hip-hop's not about seemin tough
Grabbin on your crotch
bae
I'm so sorry babe
Why, did it come this way
Said you loved my face
Now, you dig up my grave
Thought we could be great
I, used to go by blick
Don't
a lil' more
Miss Donda, if you see my mama, tell her I'm lost
You see, she'd always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough
Exaggeratin' a lil' bit so
of why we live on the land
Oh how I remember I'll never forget
A time long ago A time that feels so long ago
Better get home grandma
You left your shower
Thuggi Beats, Yyoung Joe made this beat
I have sick brain
Ou you was so attractive babe
You were the best and prettiest girl that I had ever knew
You
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