letra de pump fakin - sicko mobb
[hook]
these n-ggas flexin’ wit’ the toolie but i know they ain’t gon’ blow it, buyin’ all this ganja so you know that imma smoke it, for sicko i’m a shooter off the lean and you know that, all these b-tches ready f-ck in the car then get yo’ hoe back. these n-ggas flexin’ wit’ the toolie but i know they ain’t gon’ blow it, buyin’ all this ganja so you know that imma smoke it, sicko i’m a shooter off the lean and you know that, all these b-tches ready f-ck in the car then get yo’ hoe back
[verse 1: lil ceno]
these n-ggas broke they sellin’ reggie thats our sh-t but we dont smoke that. loud be very cloudy, cheech and chong i’m off the dueces, for sicko we gon’ blow come at your throat gon’ push your dome back, labels hand us mics cause we catch rep and bro your songs whack. ridin’ around with my top down got a hoe with me and she goin’ down, [?] with that thot b-tch do one of us and get p-ssed around, sneak diss and get got b-tch, in a circus you’se a f-ckin clown, band up you a broke boy, only talkin’ reckless online clown!. now let me switch it up! all these hoes wanna let me f-ck, that sh-t you made is weak as f-ck, better luck next time broke boy catch up!, see lil folknem gon’ blow for us, king oochiee, blow up the [?][?] , we ridin’ foreign you ridin’ on the bus, we catch you we gon’ f-ck you up!
[hook]
these n-ggas flexin’ wit’ the toolie but i know they ain’t gon’ blow it, buyin’ all this ganja so you know that imma smoke it, for sicko i’m a shooter off the lean and you know that, all these b-tches ready f-ck in the car then get yo’ hoe back. these n-ggas flexin’ wit’ the toolie but i know they ain’t gon’ blow it, buyin’ all this ganja so you know that imma smoke it, for sicko i’m a shooter off the lean and you know that, all these b-tches ready f-ck in the car then get yo’ hoe back
[verse 2: lil trav]
im off this flat, feel like a superstar the one thats chosen! [?] and i got the fefes rockin’ hoes boltin’ for sicko mobb, ohh sh-t! this opp got a glock! blow it!, ridin through the city with my n-ggas in traffic holdin’!, my hitta’s fingers buldgin , they ain’t joking [?][?], i tell them when to blow it, easy nem’ [?], ball like he d-wade , b-tch come through big guns, navy sh-t!, they asked us can we bop i swear i slapped that b-tch so stupid!, we’ll k!ll your pops were ruthless, thot on my neck she oogly, like ceno said.. move it, but we call these hoes groupies , i’m jackin’ in a audi [?][?][?], thats makin’ noise were sicko b-tch in a rari’ thing with [?]
[hook]
these n-ggas flexin’ wit’ the toolie but i know they ain’t gon’ blow it, buyin’ all this ganja so you know that imma smoke it, for sicko i’m a shooter off the lean and you know that, all these b-tches ready f-ck in the car then get yo’ hoe back. these n-ggas flexin’ wit’ the toolie but i know they ain’t gon’ blow it, buyin’ all this ganja so you know that imma smoke it, for sicko i’m a shooter off the lean and you know that, all these b-tches ready f-ck in the car then get yo’ hoe back
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