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sick - lee master c lyrics

yo master
don’t worry about these hating ass n*ggas
we up
international

i could really run it up high up to the ceiling
and sh*t on these n*ggas
how i show you real love and you sh*t on me
hmm im sick of these b*tches
i want billion trillion f*ck it my account need 19 digits
can i get a withness somebody help me
i’m sick of these n*ggas i’m sick of these b*tches
sick of these n*ggas i’m sick of these b*tches
sick of these n*ggas i’m sick of these b*tches
stack it to the ceiling then sh*t on these n*ggas
m’s on top of m’s then flеx on these b*tches
sick of thеse n*ggas i’m sick of these b*tches
sick of these n*ggas i’m sick of these b*tches
stack it to the ceiling then sh*t on these n*ggas
m’s on top of m’s then flex on these b*tches

yeah i miss my mother but i’m glad
she ain’t living thru this fake ass sh*t
pandemics covid monkeypok
what’s next that some lame ass sh*t
all the people i lost in the last year
they ain’t deceased they just snakes
i guess the love was fake
can’t be the only one some of yall can relate
just like kellz they talking that fly sh*t
until they wings get clipped
the last will be first and the first will be last
i just stick to the script
you got convenient amnesia
you ain’t get nothing from the the kid?
you ain’t learned nothing from the kid?
down on your last then flip some with the kid?
probably got someone in your ear
you gon see who had your back in couple of years
who was wipping your tears?
if you needed anything one ring i was there
and now you disappear
never needed you i wanted you here
but you can stay over there
never needed you i wanted you here
i could really run it up high up to the ceiling
and sh*t on these n*ggas
how i show you real love and you sh*t on me
hmm im sick of these b*tches
i want billion trillion f*ck it my account need 19 digits
can i get a withness somebody help me
i’m sick of these n*ggas i’m sick of these b*tches
sick of these n*ggas i’m sick of these b*tches
sick of these n*ggas i’m sick of these b*tches
stack it to the ceiling then sh*t on these n*ggas
m’s on top of m’s then flex on these b*tches
sick of these n*ggas i’m sick of these b*tches
sick of these n*ggas i’m sick of these b*tches
stack it to the ceiling then sh*t on these n*ggas
m’s on top of m’s then flex on these b*tches

sneaky sneaky yeah i’ve been peeping the sign
you know my spirit divine yes i sin
but you’ll never meet a soul pure like mine
i thought everything was cool at the white house
then you decide the resign
guess you don’t like my campaign cool
but don’t call when you card get declined
when you get played just like uno
i left the door closed i ain’t bruno
i stayed solid been earned my kudos
you was plotting you been turned to judas
took you in like a son off the strength of your chick
got some nerve lil n*gga
i got some dirt on you and her haa
you better chill lil n*gga
imma real z lil n*gga
play with your kid not me lil n*gga
it’s m.i.c lil n*gga
leave my ass alone and get some cheese lil n*gga
dont crash out for this chick if you was dead or in jail
she would simply replace you
hope you catch these gems
i hate your actions i do not hate you
i could really run it up high up to the ceiling
and sh*t on these n*ggas
how i show you real love and you sh*t on me
hmm im sick of these b*tches
i want billion trillion f*ck it my account need 19 digits
can i get a withness somebody help me
i’m sick of these n*ggas i’m sick of these b*tches
sick of these n*ggas i’m sick of these b*tches
sick of these n*ggas i’m sick of these b*tches
stack it to the ceiling then sh*t on these n*ggas
m’s on top of m’s then flex on these b*tches
sick of these n*ggas i’m sick of these b*tches
sick of these n*ggas i’m sick of these b*tches
stack it to the ceiling then sh*t on these n*ggas
m’s on top of m’s then flex on these b*tches

- lee master c lyrics

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