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letra de sickening - primo beats (us)

[intro]
primo beats on the track

[verse]
dog sh-t on me, sh-ttyboyz jump sh-tty
they wanna front like it wasn’t always “f-ck jimmy”
i heard it’s up with me, sh-t, then it’s stuck with me
jack man turning in, got my plug litty
boy, i’m good on the east, ask reese and [?]
for that cheese, square him up like a pizza box
off-white flip-flops, i ain’t need no socks
i don’t know why the f-ck i’m skinny, boy, i eat a lot
huh, got a death threat in all caps
huh, how fitting, it was all cap
was in school acting bad, wasn’t a hall pass
i’m the type to score, you’ll pass the ball back
in new york with a torch like the statue
“babytron hit his b-tch? that man smooth”
ha-ha, i’m finna pass you
stick poking through the bape, ain’t no bamboo
huh, f-ck around, you get bamboozled
huh, one shot’ll get yo mans noodled
unc’ selling that, this ain’t no d-mn poodle
i beat him with my right so i had off-hand shoot him
7-3-4 to the city, this for ypsi
all blue strips on me, b-tch, this for nipsey
made a hundred in this fit, boy, this for d-ckiеs
boy, i’m the punch god, b-tch, this for shippies
boy, you like thirty-somеthing, never upped the fifty
bro’ll give him thirty-something if he up the glizzy
fit cost thirty-hun’ so i’m jumping sh-tty
bring a ladder to his block since it’s up there with me
if you think that b-tch loyal, use yo head
we was not locked in, you ain’t use my pegs
b-tch don’t give head? it’s dead
could’ve came all dubs, did the blues instead
i just want head, if you playing then i’m heading out
d-ckhead, pull out money just to spread it out
knew me yo whole life, you wanna wrestle now?
can’t afford off-white but guarantee i x you out
huh, no cap, you a f-cking bum
oh, my bad, you’re a f-cking crumb
“man, i hate babytron”, probably ’cause i’m up
if i catch yo fat-ass out, i’ma f-ck you up
white 1s, white tee, and some bape shorts
i think i know why you hate me, ’cause yo pape short
my shooter from the taliban like he hate pork
somewhere chilling with my feet up by a lake shore
can you put that money down? dude, it ain’t yours
burnt the whole store down, sick i cam torch
white buffs, rose tint, sick i came dork
grab an opp by his dreads, sick i came horse
[outro]
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