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letra de fxcking sick of it - coaastgxd

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[verse 1: coaastgxd]
i got not a single f-ck left to give
mother f-cker wonder what he got left to live
better notify next of kin
why it’s so cold lying next to him?

i got plenty motherf-ckers tryna step on my neck
i put so many motherf-ckers on but get no respect
so while the sleeping on me i been working, catching a cheque
how many times i gotta tell you till you notice i’m next

i put a f-ckboi in a choke hold
never let him go till he go cold
never go a day no smoke rolled
i’m trynna make waves by the boatload
drop bombs, no tojo
dislocate your arm, no dojo
yall clowns, on bozo
sucking record label d-ck for promo

when i get up on the mic i’m a k!ller
a stone cold thriller
stoned ape gorilla
i’m a one-man militia
no filler
i’m a new world villain
in my layer where my homies stay chillin’
locked down from the floor to the ceiling
never know about the sh-t we concealing
all the fake sh-t you been dealing with
i’m f-cking sick of it

[breakdown]
death can wait break away and be saved
death can wait break away and be saved

[verse 2]
i got not a single f-ck left to give
mother f-cker wonder what he got left to live
better notify next of kin
why it’s so cold lying next to him?

my medulla oblongata got caught up in the plot so i shot em
treat myself like a pinata
take my place at the bottom
beat myself into a rotten monster
lost and forgotten
i’m the type of dude to bloom in late autumn

i got 1,2,3 b-tches under me
and a lot of cold snitches with a gun to me
nah, this sh-t ain’t even fun to me
cause i’m living every day like i’m under siege

i got a bone to pick with any homie who thinks that he know me
jabroni don’t want smoke
he a gimp, i’m adobe
tell your b-tch go slow when she blow me
no post malone but you know when get stoney

when i get up on the mic i’m a k!ller
a stone cold thriller
stoned ape gorilla
i’m a one-man militia
no filler
i’m a new world villain
in my layer where my homies stay chillin’
locked down from the floor to the ceiling
never know about the sh-t we concealing
all the fake sh-t you been dealing with

[hook]
i’m f-cking sick of it
i’m f-cking sick of it
i’m f-cking sick of it
(death can wait/break away and be saved)

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