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letra de make me sick - babyfxce e

[intro]
(thank you, jxlan, i appreciate you, man)
yeah
hmm, uh
b-tch
hmm

[verse]
huh, them fake-on-tip n-ggas make me sick
boy, your ass a b-tch, you run from me more than my b-tch
i f-cked her once, we took a pic and now she think she lit
i woke up with the stick up in my hand, b-tch, i’m on tip
all this purple sh-t up in my cup, they think i’m sick
saved all my money, i threw it up, it did a flip
watch your lips ’cause all that talkin’ tough gon’ get you hit
f-ck that po sh-t, look at my hip, it’s gon’ be a stick
in the whip, it got like six
go ot and buy my clothes, don’t pack a ‘fit
gun got to jammin’, i smacked the bl!ck
she so fancy, snapped a pic
i got scripts right now and i can’t act for sh-t, huh
i don’t even ask for sh-t ’cause i already got it
i carry five or more, so ain’t no point in havin’ no wallet
don’t gotta pop my sh-t, my fans do, so i ain’t gotta pop it
yeah, always got a stepper with mе, n-gga, won’t catch me by myself
if iv text mе mcm, that mean he got the belt
got this weed high off the shelf
i go to jail, go to my savings, i can save myself
up the stick, that n-gga flinched like i raised a belt
n-gga thought somebody was gon’ save him, n0body came to help
that n-gga finished with
she so bad, she don’t even got no ass, she a lil’ skinny b-tch
i don’t like them hoes that got no ass, but they titties big
f-ck it, i’ma drop a vlog and show y’all how i’m really is
i know how to make a n-gga lack, i’m just gon’ send a b-tch
turn your hustle up, stay out the way
i told gang stay dangerous, you tell your n-ggas to be safe, huh
striker boy for real, the back of the whip say “don’t chase”
lil’ natural b-tch, you look inside her head, you see no lace
and that b-tch don’t trip, huh
i told her i’m tryna get this bag, i ain’t worried about no b-tch
dope d-ck, b-tch just called my phone and said she need her fix
high as h-ll, i’ll probably leave my phone, but not my bl!ck
leave my phone before my gun, i can’t get caught without my—
uh, huh, can’t get caught without my stick
think i’m blind for real, it’s like i can’t even walk without my sh-t
maybach got a table, it’s like i got an office in this b-tch
them demons tryna get me, that’s why i got these crosses on my ‘fit
huh, b-tch

- babyfxce e

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