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letra de sick of this shit - sha ek

[intro]
n-gga, suck my d-ck, n-gga
f-ckin’ rat-ass n-gga, you n-ggas is broke, n-gga
nesty, go get your f-ckin’ funds up, n-gga
stop takin’ handouts, p-ssy
uh-huh (baow)

[verse 1]
we put on n-ggas who payin’ for features
that always find a way to switch (bozo)
i had the g in the studio
that boy was loafin’, i should’ve smacked him with the grip
these n-ggas goin’ out sad
sha gz was cryin’, his b-tch took his last
you could’ve died when the rey caught you lackin’ on web
but them n-ggas always do bad
nesty a bum, n-ggas down to come and help, but kay hound be movin’ like your dad
i had to go get that money myself, i rеally ran up a bag
n-ggas don’t know what you do, n-ggas don’t know what you did
i was dumpin’ on ’em since a kid
and i dare that lil’ boy to comе back to my crib
y’all left lotti, he almost died on the bridge
don’t pass your burner ’cause that n-gga mids
dthang came home with a shot on his face
has duckin’ the rest of his bid
n-ggas had that n-gga screamin’ out, “co,” he knew that he couldn’t live
he better duck when he go to his po ’cause we tryna aim for his wig
y’all left lotti, he almost died on the bridge
don’t pass your burner ’cause that n-gga mids
dthang came home with a shot on his face
has duckin’ the rest of his bid
n-ggas had that n-gga screamin’ out, “co,” he knew that he couldn’t live
he better duck when he go to his po ’cause we tryna aim for his wig (uh-huh)
[chorus]
like, i’m dead gettin’ sick of this sh-t
n-ggas that’s dissin’, they rap, but then n-ggas who seen me done ran when i punched on blitz (don’t run)
if he flyin’, we crashin’ that sh-t
no, mhady can’t come see his b-tch
three-hundred shots for them 300 n-ggas
all that 300 sh-t to my d-ck (baow, baow, boom)

[verse 2]
we was punchin’ sheemy in his face
and none of my n-ggas got touched back
tell that n-gga merch on his dead
if he do, i’ma tell him, “don’t pump that”
and both of ’em jackin’ b diddy, but them n-ggas be with the opps
n-ggas lucky mama love was right there
’cause we would have let off some shots
and you know we never fightin’ fair
n-gga dead ’cause he thought he could box (dummy)
i don’t care ’bout no views, i don’t care ’bout no money, there’s certain sh-t i can’t let rock
and we smokin’ on dice, smokin’ on blay, mix it with druggie b pops
c-hii been dead for like two years now and y’all ain’t do sh-t for the flock

[chorus]
like, i’m dead gettin’ sick of this sh-t
n-ggas that’s dissin’, they rap, but then n-ggas who seen me done ran when i punched on blitz (don’t run)
if he flyin’, we crashin’ that sh-t
no, mhady can’t come see his b-tch
three-hundred shots for them 300 n-ggas
all that 300 sh-t to my d-ck (baow, baow, boom)
[outro]
p-ssy, gang, gang, gang
everything dead, gotta stand on that sh-t, n-gga
f-ck you talkin’ ’bout, n-gga? ogz the f-ck up
baow, baow, baow

- sha ek

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