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sickest - detroit l-o lyrics

[intro]

yea, aye pepp, turn my headphones up real quick bro
right right, let’s get it. raw sh*t n*gga
ishaan man, pass me that bottle right there bro. easy dae, pass me that b*tch

[verse 1]

i’m ciroc and remy chasing
ducked off in the cut writing lyrics like jason
b*tch i’m making cake while you wasting time caking
i call it my priorities if i’m not mistaken
hit yo girl, make her scream, you’d think i’m k!lling her
talking sh*t, we’ll leave you in the forest like whitaker
lil n*gga that’s about his bread, man that’s so impressive
but you know you gotta keep that flow, n*gga like progressive

[hook]

yea, i lay em down, i’m the best in town
n*ggas making songs with that same ol’ sound
everybody strapped, but most these n*ggas just some clowns
everybody claim they going ot for them pounds
b*tch it’s gbt for life, built it from the ground
313 is where i be, yea i’m detroit bound
and they wonder why them different n*ggas never found
i’m the sickest guy around, sickest guy around
[verse 2]

n*ggas saying anything to a real b*tch
they don’t mention that they in they uncle crib, will smith
if you ain’t talking paper, that sh*t is not important
feeling like a free man, first name should be morgan
faygo pop instead dom sipping, but i’m not tripping
cuz a n*gga gifted
put my hands together to get uplifted, this rap is easy
see i’m prolific
just to be specific, making well thought chess plays to see the pacific
with a healthy team, not one n*gga on the handicap
i ain’t peter griffin
but i see yo team got a joe ass n*gga
steady pace, but you a slow ass n*gga
f*ck being a 5 thousand a show ass n*gga
she don’t give you brain, scarecrow ass n*gga
you will never catch me tricking n*gga, if she give me head
i will never pay her
i ain’t on a hunnid, then best believe i’m on 99 like created players
real sh*t, before you paint the picture, dawg you better f*cking
make the crop
i’m either sick n*gga, or i’m a f*cking dog, either way it go
imma need shots
liveraw gold bottle team, i might as well take it to the grave
i dropped the whip like a slave owner who just sick and tired of
beating on his slaves

- detroit l o lyrics

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