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comethazine - sick shit lyrics

[intro]
yeah, ayy, yeah
b-tch, b-tch, yeah
ooh, b-tch, yeah

[chorus]
ayy, and my neck be on that sick sh-t (on that sick sh-t)
and my neck be on that sick sh-t (on that sick sh-t)
yeah, and my wrist be on that sick sh-t (on that sick sh-t)
ooh, and my wrist be on that sick sh-t (on that sick sh-t)
yeah, and your b-tch be on that ho sh-t (on that ho sh-t)
she a f-cking ho b-tch, and she sucked the whole clique (whole clique)

[verse]
yeah, told these n-ggas “get off my d-ck”
‘fore i grab the chopsticks and let this f-ckin’ choppa hit (boom)
who them n-ggas that you run with?
them n-ggas ain’t on sh-t, i’m with bawskee gang, b-tch (gang, b-tch)
in the back with a bad ho
and she shakin’ -ss, i might hit it from the back, though (from the back)
yeah, red sizzurp in the tea cup
need to squash a tree up, get high, feel like jesus (feel like jesus)
ayy, me and my n-ggas doin’ teamwork
gang up in this b-tch, we stomp a n-gga ’til our feet hurt (ew)
yeah, i got like 40 on my left wrist
neck costs a lexus, yes, i’m finna flex this (i’m finna flex this)

- comethazine lyrics

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