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talk to me (might need a shrink) - cinnage lyrics

[verse]
i might need a shrink, if they talk to me, talk to me
need a t if they got to me, got to me
spill the tea, i might just sip on it, sip on your bl**dy feet
bl**dy feet crawling up to me, yeah
you won’t f*ck with me if you won’t talk to me
just pull up to me, i’ll leave you down six feet
if they won’t get off my f*cking sh*t, i’m gon’ get the sheets
i’ll leave em bl**dy red, i got a f*cking debt
i might bite if a p*ssy got me f*cked up
i might run, if they want, i might tuck ya’
tuck two, take two to your face, b*tch
yeah, and i got ’em in my bas*m*nt
cut em up, i might run it up, a p*ssy duck and such
i rolled the dice and i’m gon’ f*cking get the price and up
i’m gonna get the money if they f*cking talking up, like talk it up
yeah, p*ssy won’t you run it up? i run it up
stop ’em on the rick’s and such, oh, rick’s and such
up on they face, they wanna duck
the p*ssy, they run, they wanna get clips, they’d rather get f*cking guns
i got out a trap, but it ain’t no strap
but, n*gga, it got the blade, i’ma put it to his face
if that n*gga wanna take, take two to your bank
take two to your back if they won’t get out my face
oh, my god, get a babe, “i won’t take to your race”
nascar the race, i don’t give a f*ck, mane
f*ck it, f*ck it, get out my way (yeah)
f*ck it, f*ck it, pull out his brains (yeah)
f*ck it, f*ck it, pull out his face (yeah)
f*ck it, f*ck it, i shoot at his waist (yeah)
lights out (yeah), p*ssy, what you ’bout? (yeah)
show me now (yeah), bullets, you take the round (yeah)
roundabout, might just go inside his house (yeah)
take all his wallet, like a necklace he rockin’ it (yeah)
yeah, f*ck it now, i might go f*cking insane
i might just shoot at his face (yeah) if they won’t get out my way
if they won’t get out my way (yeah), p*ssy gon’ get out the way (yeah)
p*ssy want smoke like a cig (yeah)
i’ma go get out the clip, p*ssy, you bet i’m the sh*t (yeah)
i’ma stomp out his sh*t with my boot
n*gga talk sh*t, n*gga, who you?
n*gga get sh*t, get out my troops
n*gga pull up with that sh*t, it’s a tool, yeah
i’ma let it spray if that p*ssy n*gga in my face, yeah
like its lemonade, sippin’ on they blood like every day

- cinnage lyrics

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