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sick - siredontplay lyrics

(sethgetoffthefield)

b*tch it’s lil seth yeah i been bout it
ion trust the bank i got full pockets
if you mean what you say better stand on it
don’t put weed on that scale there’s been grams on it
if you say my name put respect up on it
ion wanna f*ck lil b*tch put some neck up on me
that p*ssy was so raw ain’t no stepping on it
dive up in these sheets put your legs up on me
if the head fire f*ck the check up on her
but one thing i’ll never do call and check up on her
when she off the percs she a debbie downer
ion want a local b*tch want a outta towner
b*tch i just looked down and my wrist was glowing
it’s 808ordie ion see no opponents
b*tch this bankroll so thick i can not fold it
p*ssy so good when i’m it i cannot hold it
my dawg turned his back i could not believe it
can’t hang with broke boys cuz they always scheming
gotta stay on all 10 cuz we all got demons
b*tch i’m ballin even when it’s off season

(tinotentoes)

p*ssy too good hit one time, i repeat it
shout out to my twins i swear to god they some real demons
i drown in lean cuz that’s the only way i k!ll demons
this ain’t midgey in my blunt b*tch
this some real reefer
i just hit a molar cuz i’m p*ssed off
put some cookie in my blunt and then i lift off
i ain’t tryna link i’m tryna get these zips off
pockets overweight
sh*t look just like rick ross
i told my b*tch to bend it over
like we crash landing
i left my kids back at her house just like a bad daddy
i be quick to drop somebody like a bad habit
left some holes inside his face it look like bad acne
my flow so dope swear i could
sell it to a crack addict
f*ck 12 they tried to intercept my last package
i know yo bro ain’t finna run up he ain’t that savage
you say you in the field b*tch you ain’t that active
(siredontplay)

look
i tote a nine iont got a full clip
i’m still missing bullets from the last l!ck
my brudda switched on me i’m sick
my b*tch switched on me i’m sick
i could never sit around n cry about a b*tch
ima hit the plug n ima make another flip
b*tch i’m bout my money n i’m feeling like mitch
808 or you could slit ya m*th*f*ckin wrist
i been hustling since a muthuf*ckin jit
b*tch i want it all cuz i ain’t really had sh*t
shorty p*ssy wet made me bust mad quick
i am not a vet don’t be callin for ya b*tch
i ain’t jim jones but i’m ballin in this b*tch
better watch ya tone when u talkin to me b*tch
i am not alone whole gang in this b*tch
if ya mans got drip i’m finna run the whole fit
look
i tote a nine iont got a full clip
i’m still missin bullets from the last l!ck
my brudda switched on me i’m sick
my b*tch switched on me i’m sick

- siredontplay lyrics

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