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bobby three - i'm sick lyrics

what the f-ck you know
tell me ‘fore i hit you in the nose
never get so close
on my word, b-tches want the most
sand or the gold
white-white, mean the dope
see-see with the drone
control from my dome
i’ll be done in a minute
i’ll be gone in a minute
going deep in the business
going deep in the village
never gave a f-ck about a motherf-cking witness
never gave a f-ck about a motherf-cking phillip
so picture the image
me in the back, i’m the realest
you in the front, if you living
catch me, i’m sipping
catch me, i’m dripping
dead in my eyes
alive in my prime
pupils dilated the feelings have made it
tied to the chair, chilling debating
why the f-ck would i be craving attention?
why the f-ck would i be thinking with ration?
boy is you good? word on my son
diamonds on the porch, i’m that k!ller with the dough
k!ller with the dogs, biting on your front
don’t settle for less, b-tch i want the most
i want the gold, i want your porch
i want your life, b-tch i want it all
if i don’t get my sh-t, now who do i blame
if i load up my gat, now you’re on the end

- bobby three lyrics

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