letra de nauseous - egobreak
[intro]
(round 8)
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i don’t mean to cause pain or to hurt ya
some y’all ‘n-ggas be so mad cause i murked ya
i don’t mean to cause pain or to hurt ya
some y’all ‘n-ggas be so mad cause i murked ya
keep on hatin’, might just end up in the durt, ya
makin’ me-
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makin’ me nauseous
makin’ me nauseous
[chorus: egobreak]
everything you sayin’ is nonsense
you making me nauseous
i come through like “aw, sh-t”
we scorin’ like offense
(x3)
[verse 1: egobreak]
tellin’ me what to do, oh yuh
i can tell that the feeling’s not mutual
tellin’ me what to do, oh yuh
i can tell that the feeling’s not mutual
i don’t mean to cause pain or to hurt ya
some y’all ‘n-ggas be so mad cause i murked ya
keep on hatin’, might just end up in the durt, ya
makin’ me nauseous, d-mn, it’s the worst. uh
[chorus: egobreak]
everything you sayin’ is nonsense
you making me nauseous
i come through like “aw, sh-t”
we scorin’ like offense
(x4)
[verse 2: k-mosai, egobreak]
scorin’ like offense
makin’ me nau-
-offense
scorin’ like offense
makin’ me nau-
-offense
scorin’ like offense
makin’ me nauseous
[?] gotta have conscious
[?] get a n-gga boxed in
but she still the same
i was tryna f-ckin’ change
[?]
small ass, she givin’ brain
i don’t know, baby, i don’t know, baby
you went back to him like, b-tch, you knew better
now i look at your position, could’a moved better
[?]
bag getter
you cannot talk to me, like, b-tch, i’m fed up
gettin’ to the broccoli, to the lettuce
[?], you don’t even gotta’ let us, we can walk in
we can walk in, we can walk in
baby, when we fussin’, girl, we not finished
[?] lil’ baby got me nauseous
all this fussin’ is exhaustin’
you makin’ me nau-
ah, girl, you makin’ me nauseous
makin’ me nauseous
makin’ me nauseous (makin’ me nauseous)
[chorus: egobreak]
everything you sayin’ is nonsense
you making me nauseous
i come through like “aw, sh-t”
we scorin’ like offense
(x2)
[verse 3: egobreak]
and i know you ain’t mean what you said
you can still take it back, not gon’ like, not gon’ lie
and it seems like every f-ckin’ day
i make another rack, not gon’ lie, not gon’ lie
stabbin’ n-ggas’ backs, that won’t fly, that won’t fly
if you keep on doin’ that, you might die, you might die
oh my gosh, oh my god, you might die
if you play wit’ my money, he get fried, he get fried
he get fried up, and we smokin’ on his pack, need a light up
all these n-ggas really [?]
i don’t even really f-ck with that, he get tied up
[?]
h-ll yeah he get- -he get tied up
i’m so nauseous, d-mn, it make me tired
in the studio, i’m cookin’ up that fye
all y’all n-ggas make me nauseous, boy, i’m not gon’ lie
[outro]
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