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letra de sick - ​luvseat

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[intro]
this beat is what good p-ssy sounds like

[verse 1]
straight from the asylum, hoe i’m f-cked up in the head
antisocial reject, i don’t care ’bout what they said
not too many people like me, all my friends are in my head
i’m goin’ insane, i can’t get up out my bed

[chorus]
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh-t (yuh)
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh-t (yuh)
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh-t (yuh)
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick, i’m f-ckin’ sick, no sh-t
[verse 2]
sicker than the flu, i wipe your nose
you just a fan, you are not my bro
i’m the grim reaper, b-tch give me your soul
if he talk sh-t, then i’m slittin’ his throat

p-ss on a cop, i don’t like control (yeah, yeah)
i got your b-tch, wanna ride me slow (yeah, yeah)
hop in the whip, hoe i’m ready to go (yeah, yeah)
he look so pretty, i’ll cum in his throat (yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh-t (yuh)
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh-t (yuh)
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh-t (yuh)
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick, i’m f-ckin’ sick, no sh-t

[verse 3]
keep my circle small, i’m antisocial, i don’t f-ck with you
i’mma drain his life and that p-ssy boy won’t know what to do
if you talkin’, you gon’ die, it isn’t up to you
b-tch i’m deranged, but to me that sh-t isn’t nothin new
i been high so long, i think my brain has turned to mush now
do another line, i feel like sh-t, i did too much now
don’t f-ck with the system, really wish that i could bust out
i’ll k!ll a pig ’cause i don’t really give a f-ck now

[chorus]
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh-t (yuh)
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh-t (yuh)
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh-t (yuh)
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick, i’m f-ckin’ sick, no sh-t

[verse 4]
if i run up and that p-ssy get run down, somebody better call 9-1-1
b-tch i’m a demon, i’m harvesting souls and i really just don’t give a f-ck
talkin’ that sh-t but you jockin’ my swag, lil b-tch boy you must be my son
too many people watching me and thats why i always gotta keep a gun

straight from the asylum, hoe i’m f-cked up in the head
antisocial reject, i don’t care ’bout what they said
not too many people like me, all my friends are in my head
i’m goin’ insane, i can’t get up out my bed

[chorus]
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh-t (yuh)
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh-t (yuh)
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh-t (yuh)
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ sick, i’m f-ckin’ sick, no sh-t

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