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letra de sick - jamesy!

[intro]
ima k!ll you!
ima k!ll you!
i will f-cking k!ll your ass!

[chorus]
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
and when i get bored i just count up the deads
i’m makin’ sure that my family’s fed
i catch that boy lackin’, i fill him with lead
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
bad little b-tch wanna play with my dreads
f-ck n-gga best watch his mouth, what he said
you heard that i’m p-ssy, well you got mislead

[verse]
talk your sh-t
b-tch, we give them h-ll like some hockey sticks
f-ck your b-tch
i ain’t takin’ l’s, call me deji, b-tch
icy wrist, icy, you can call me articuno, b-tch
hit or miss, hit the deck but we ain’t playin’ uno, b-tch
cop a new whip, then i swerve, uh
that b-tch, she got on my nerves, uh
want a new b-tch with some curves, uh
i don’t make orders, i serve
bad to the bone, bad b-tch hit my phone
like, “jamesy! leave me ‘lone”
but you got tickets to come see my show
[chorus]
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
and when i get bored i just count up the deads
i’m makin’ sure that my family’s fed
i catch that boy lackin’, i fill him with lead
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
bad little b-tch wanna play with my dreads
f-ck n-gga best watch his mouth, what he said
you heard that i’m p-ssy, well you got mislead

[verse]
i’m just a little f-cked up in the brain
p-ssy boy lackin’ i’ll work on my aim
put his ass in the ground, man, it’s such a shame
these lame n-ggas drowned tryna ride on my wave
i ain’t singin’ sh-t ’till a n-gga get paid
bad b-tch wit’ some time, i call her minute maid
i must be a barber, ’cause they want the fade
they call me a chip, ’cause your b-tch gettin’ laid
i wanna f-ck on this b-tch and her name’s keke palmer
i eat up the p-ssy and i’m not jeffrey dahmer
i slice up your b-tch like it’s f-cking for honor
don’t be talkin’ down, or else you’re a goner
i own two knives, but i am not the monster
if a n-gga want smoke, best call up the doctor
if i’m acting a fool, best get me an oscar
they call mcdonalds, ’cause b-tches get slaughtered
[chorus]
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
and when i get bored i just count up the deads
i’m makin’ sure that my family’s fed
i catch that boy lackin’, i fill him with lead
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
bad little b-tch wanna play with my dreads
f-ck n-gga best watch his mouth, what he said
you heard that i’m p-ssy, well you got mislead

- jamesy

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