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letra de hope i don't get sick-a-dis - devin the dude

[devin the dude: crooning]
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[verse 1]:
devin not devil or no demon how uneven
weed & cigarrs, brew in the seat of the car
who can it be other than coffee brother d
i cut a sweet with my finger
choke a b-tch with my d-ck then walk up the stairs and hang her
who can get they thang sucked while they boo boo?
– i can, by a chinese b-tch who just fixed the moo-goo-gai pan
i stay high man i guess thats why a motherf-cker smile
feedin these hoes d-ck fuddruckers style
a buck wild b-tch i like her
other hoes might try to fight her
i be tip-toein through texas
even got b-tches in ryder
ask me do i know a ho named so and so
i might’ve ask her did i nut quick or was it one of them all nighters?
i like d-ck l!ckers and ball biters
and honey dips who dont trip if i dont write her
i be kickin it
stickin this d-ck off in these b-tches
it’s gettin ridiculous
i hope i don’t get sick of this

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[verse 2]:
i’m just flippin, ridin, slippin, slidin and sh-t
don’t try this at home
cause see me be high in the b-tch
phone rangin man i got my choice of 2 hoes
which one should i choose
sh-t you know how it goes
i choose both now we on the other side of town stylin
n-ggas mean muggin but im still smilin
cause one b-tch is playing with the other b-tches t-tty
cat hangin´ out im like ”here kitty kitty”
every city and state
them hoes fix me a plate when i arrive
then they open up they thighs
and i be amazed myself sometimes
how i can get my d-ck raised with just one rhyme
i started off h-rny with a hobby
but no longer have to hub around the hotel lobby
i be kickin it
stickin this d-ck off in these b-tches
it’s gettin ridiculous
i hope i don’t get sick of this

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[verse 3]:
rumblin and tumblin
why theres no need
i rather look at the fight
sit back and roll me some weed
me and my n-ggas we be lookin for hoes to conjer up
catch em in a group we swoop and ask them do they wanna f-ck
and if they sleazy then its easy of course
but if they lady like we gotta control our voice
you know: our volume, our pitch, our tone
and if she still don’t give you no p-ssy
tell the b-tch gone on
as the beat goes on the heat goes on
lil’ sweetie excuse the booze it belongs to me
im known to be pretty h-rny
f-ck you in the mornin
while you yawnin you’ll feel this d-ck going in
pushin’, jugin’ but it don’t irritate
no force no court no need to letigate
kickin it
stickin this d-ck off in these b-tches
it’s gettin ridiculous
i hope i don’t get sick-a-this

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- devin the dude

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