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letra de feeling sick prod slurtome - ‎xul south pacific trading co. est 1918

(first verse)

for the 3 3 3
what the f-ck what the f-ck b-tch
yeah you think your hard but you really just suck b-tch

and if you don’t like me f-ck yeah could suck d-ck
i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t i’m going up b-tch
i’m going out with my b-tch
knife in my jeans, i’m doing my thing
i don’t really know like anything or anything
i don’t really wanna do a mother f-cking thing
like yes b-tch i don’t give a sh-t b-tch
what the f-ck is this b-tch
f-cking hate this life i just don’t wanna exist b-tch
now i’m feeling sick b-tch
i don’t think i really wanna f-cking do this b-tch yuh

(2nd verse)

i gon f-ck her and i’m f-cked up give a f-ck give a f-ck bruh what the f-ck
(?)
i don’t give a sh-t about sh-t like though you knew this
i just want to get the f-ckin money stack it up and make the cash rain
think you are the one, p-ssy boy your just a fraction
and i am the best i got the cash and you can’t have it
i don’t give a sh-t don’t like sh-t i don’t have sh-t
why the f-ck you say that to me if you didn’t mean it
i dont give a f-ck about sh-t and i mean it
you wanna have me swear to god you can not do sh-t
it’s that evil b-tch and she said you wanna meet b-tch
i don’t really care about sh-t f-ck you bro
every day i wake up i feel like sh-t what is new bro
pop a couple pills, i pop like one or like 2 bro
swear to f-cking god i do not know like what to do bro
sh-t, i don’t like you, and your fake b-tch
pull up with a knife im finna shove it in your face b-tch
guess i was invited but i wanna run away b-tch
i stack up cash watch the money inflate b-tch
(1st verse)

for the 3 3 3
give a f-ck give a f-ck b-tch
yeah you think youu hard but you really just suck b-tch
and if you don’t like me f-ck yeah you could suck d-ck
i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t i’m going up b-tch
(?)
knife in my jeans, i’m doing my thing
i don’t really know like anything or anything
i don’t really wanna do a mother f-cking thing
like yes b-tch i don’t give a sh-t b-tch
what the f-ck is this b-tch
f-cking hate this life i just don’t wanna exist b-tch
now i’m feeling sick b-tch
i don’t think i really wanna f-cking do this b-tch yuh
i gon f-ck her and i’m f-cked up give a f-ck give a f-ck bruh it’s a f-ck
(?)
i don’t give a sh-t about sh-t like though you knew this

- xul south pacific trading co est 1918

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