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car sick - rob vicious lyrics

[intro]
ayy rob, i think the feds is listenin’
ayy
i don’t give a f*ck if the feds listenin’ or not
imma keep doin’
[?] say wit ’em fool
see that bottle over there?
hold on
i just needa hit that b*tch real quick
imma still do my thing tho
ayy

[verse]
big ass choppa, when it shoot it make the car flip
every n*gga wit me got a fire and they spark sh*t (spark sh*t, b*tch)
n*gga smokin’ musty, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no armpit (nah)
i just popped another bean and now a n*gga feelin’ car sick (feelin’ car sick)
car sick, car sick (skkrt, skkrt, skkrt)
i be gettin’ money, i ain’t worried ’bout no mark, b*tch (’bout no mark, b*tch)
like robby when you been at? (what?)
b*tch i get bread
if you ain’t talkin’ money up on the phone, then i’m gon’ play dead
right is right and wrong is wrong, but lil b*tch i want head
if you ain’t suckin’ d*ck then lil baby, you in the wrong bed (the f*ck)
nah i ain’t tryna talk lil b*tch cuz i had a long day (long day)
can’t walk up in these shoes until you get them bricks from josé
lil n*gga, i done made a livin’ up off this dope gang (what? ayy)
and baby when you suck me, gotta suck me and the whole gang (b*tch)
whole gang, whole gang (b*tch)
b*tch i’m on the run, i got the choppa stick and bro name
they got 65 like propane (what? what?)
so if that n*gga talkin’ sh*t, i pull the stick and you won’t see b*tch that again (nah)
like 50 cent they wanna k!ll me, many men (many men)
we spin the block and spin again (spin again)
i feel like cube b*tch we do it for the benjamins (ayy)
these n*ggas sweet as h*ll, just like some cinnamon (dumb ass)
i want some smoke, n*gga like [?]
hold on
these b*tches be comin’ at me like rob where you been (what? hold on)
told the b*tch you want some money, lil b*tch you better dig this (b*tch)
[outro]
ayy rob, i think the feds is listenin’

- rob vicious lyrics

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