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cinnage - talk to me (might need a shrink) lyrics

[verse]
i might need a shrink, if they talk to me, talk to me
need a t if they got to me, got to me
spill the tea, i might just sip on it, sip on your bl++dy feet
bl++dy feet crawling up to me, yeah
you won’t f+ck with me if you won’t talk to me
just pull up to me, i’ll leave you down six feet
if they won’t get off my f+cking sh+t, i’m gon’ get the sheets
i’ll leave em bl++dy red, i got a f+cking debt
i might bite if a p+ssy got me f+cked up
i might run, if they want, i might tuck ya’
tuck two, take two to your face, b+tch
yeah, and i got ’em in my bas+m+nt
cut em up, i might run it up, a p+ssy duck and such
i rolled the dice and i’m gon’ f+cking get the price and up
i’m gonna get the money if they f+cking talking up, like talk it up
yeah, p+ssy won’t you run it up? i run it up
stop ’em on the rick’s and such, oh, rick’s and such
up on they face, they wanna duck
the p+ssy, they run, they wanna get clips, they’d rather get f+cking guns
i got out a trap, but it ain’t no strap
but, n+gga, it got the blade, i’ma put it to his face
if that n+gga wanna take, take two to your bank
take two to your back if they won’t get out my face
oh, my god, get a babe, “i won’t take to your race”
nascar the race, i don’t give a f+ck, mane
f+ck it, f+ck it, get out my way (yeah)
f+ck it, f+ck it, pull out his brains (yeah)
f+ck it, f+ck it, pull out his face (yeah)
f+ck it, f+ck it, i shoot at his waist (yeah)
lights out (yeah), p+ssy, what you ’bout? (yeah)
show me now (yeah), bullets, you take the round (yeah)
roundabout, might just go inside his house (yeah)
take all his wallet, like a necklace he rockin’ it (yeah)
yeah, f+ck it now, i might go f+cking insane
i might just shoot at his face (yeah) if they won’t get out my way
if they won’t get out my way (yeah), p+ssy gon’ get out the way (yeah)
p+ssy want smoke like a cig (yeah)
i’ma go get out the clip, p+ssy, you bet i’m the sh+t (yeah)
i’ma stomp out his sh+t with my boot
n+gga talk sh+t, n+gga, who you?
n+gga get sh+t, get out my troops
n+gga pull up with that sh+t, it’s a tool, yeah
i’ma let it spray if that p+ssy n+gga in my face, yeah
like its lemonade, sippin’ on they blood like every day

- cinnage lyrics

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