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sick of us - otm lyrics

[intro: duffy]
b*tch
long live drakeo (forenax, f*ck it up)

[verse 1: duffy]
n*gga, who want problems with us?
ain’t no typin’, once we see him, we gon’ holler at him
hit his sister, then i sent her, now it’s back to business
how you broke and talkin’ crazy? bro, i can’t with n*ggas
[?] ballin’ with us, bro, we way up out your price range
pippy longstocking finna flip a n*gga sideways
b*tch, where the money? i ain’t with the playin’ mind games
broke n*gga, ain’t you ever heard? n*gga, crime pays

[chorus: duffy]
yeah, the stincs run la, i know they sick of us
for every hatin’ n*gga watchin’, n*gga, add us up
i got some dough but i’m too greedy, this is not enough
if ain’t no uchies for me, don’t even hit me up, n*gga
b*tch
yeah, the stincs run la, i bet they sick of us
n*gga
for every hatin’ n*gga watchin’, n*gga, add us up
b*tch
i got some dough but i’m too greedy, this is not enough, n*gga
f*ck
if ain’t no uchies for me, don’t even hit me up, n*gga
[verse 2: blue pesos]
why you always say my name? you want problems, huh?
i hear the johnny sirens near, it’s time to go
rap money, flu flammin’ and breakin’ hoes
i got blood on my chiefin’, time to change clothes
every day, i guarantee i throw that sh*t on
sticks and poles, i bled kim juan for it
rippin’ and runnin’ so we gon’ keep dumpin’
sh*t bag no longer, he fell face forward
strip, n*gga, come and get him, call rae sremmurd
maybe if you get like p, she might listen to you
you tryna slap the b*tch up ’cause she play my music?
your best bet when you see me is to play stupid
sidetalkin’, all these n*ggas yappin’, they ain’t broke nothin’
i just chipped a pump faker, sped off, now the juice spillin’
bully breaker, think about it, i’m a super villain
breadwinners, uchie getters, yeah, the cool n*ggas

[chorus: duffy]
yeah, the stincs run la, i know they sick of us
for every hatin’ n*gga watchin’, n*gga, add us up
i got some dough but i’m too greedy, this is not enough
if ain’t no uchies for me, don’t even hit me up, n*gga
b*tch
yeah, the stincs run la, i bet they sick of us
n*gga
for every hatin’ n*gga watchin’, n*gga, add us up
b*tch
i got some dough but i’m too greedy, this is not enough, n*gga
f*ck
if ain’t no uchies for me, don’t even hit me up, n*gga
[verse 3: good finesse]
i’ll take this n*gga b*tch and have her jaws lockin’
all this chicken on my neck got her jaws droppin’
all my n*ggas got a bag and you panhandlin’
i’ll bust a n*gga down like a cheap watch
i’ll make the song hard, make the beat hot
and i got that drip on, b*tch, this ain’t reebok
sent the b*tch bleedin’ her toes ’til her feet stop
i ain’t sippin’ none of these n*ggas’ juice, that sh*t re*rock
i’ve been gettin’ bands since a n*gga was just a knee high
n*ggas always lyin’ to they b*tch but now i see why
n*ggas out here singin’ to that p*ssy like they t fly
the stincs run la and all them other n*ggas broke as f*ck, ayy

[chorus]
yeah, the stincs run la, i know they sick of us
for every hatin’ n*gga watchin’, n*gga, add us up
i got some dough but i’m too greedy, this is not enough
if ain’t no uchies for me, don’t even hit me up, n*gga
b*tch
yeah, the stincs run la, i bet they sick of us
n*gga
for every hatin’ n*gga watchin’, n*gga, add us up
b*tch
i got some dough but i’m too greedy, this is not enough, n*gga
f*ck
if ain’t no uchies for me, don’t even hit me up, n*gga

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