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dabwoykd - sick of it lyrics

[intro]
so what you want?
imperial
scratch mixed it
everyting, every bloodclart ting
f12
[?]
and tell your f+cking bro sit the f+ck down before we start squeezing in this b+tch

[chorus]
bust that wap at his ligament, talk on my name, f+ck that, nah i’m sick of it
if i bore man’s chest, i’m hitting it
chingin’ it, tear his flesh, i’m gettin’ rid of him
when i bruck that wap, call me diligent
wind down the window and aim, now i’m militant
hol’ on, wait
fling out your shoulder and bust it, come drizzle him
bust that wap at his ligament, talk on my name, f+ck that, nah i’m sick of it
if i bore man’s chest, i’m hitting it
chingin’ it, tear his flesh, i’m gettin’ rid of him
when i bruck that wap, call me diligent
wind down the window and aim, now i’m militant
hol’ on, wait
fling out your shoulder and bust it, come drizzle him

[verse 1]
it’s a scary sight looking silly
she run, i shout out, “ay, ay, ay”
stab man straight in his eye, now he looks like fetty, bore a hole in his eye eye
pierce his chest ’till he cries, i’d shoot off for them like, boom, bye bye
smash man’s head like ice, i’ll leave the score to scatter like dice
tryna get this bread, no loafing
try out top, you can hold this poking
get split into two like i’m combing
part his wig, part a line where his dome is
put a light to his head tryna let that ring like movis, don’t start moaning
i’ma bore man’s head in and again and again, and you know that’s no type of jokings
you could look at my wristw+tch, look at the time, it’s time to leave him red like lip gloss
i’ma pop man’s belly like rick ross
tick tock, i really made pounds off tik tok
swing my left hand tryna bruck man’s spine
or swing my right hand, make him cry like mylo
put him on screens cah he want to be viral
shank a man up, make him scream them high notes
bruckin’ a wap and i’m filling it, kickin’ it, rip his flesh ’cause i’m sick of him
when i back my fist, i’m fl!cking it, chinging it, open chest like i’m drilling it
when i jump on a beat, i’m k!lling it, bad one says that i’m cold, she’s feeling it
when i bust in her mouth, i’m filling it, haha, pass to my mate, now he’s drillin’ it
[chorus]
bust that wap at his ligament, talk on my name, f+ck that, nah i’m sick of it
if i bore man’s chest, i’m hitting it
chingin’ it, tear his flesh, i’m gettin’ rid of him
when i bruck that wap, call me diligent
wind down the window and aim, now i’m militant
hol’ on, wait
fling out your shoulder and bust it, come drizzle him
bust that wap at his ligament, talk on my name, f+ck that, nah i’m sick of it
if i bore man’s chest, i’m hitting it
chingin’ it, tear his flesh, i’m gettin’ rid of him
when i bruck that wap, call me diligent
wind down the window and aim, now i’m militant
hol’ on, wait
fling out your shoulder and bust it, come drizzle him

[verse 2]
jugg a man up like goldberg
push my shank in his neck ’til his throat hurts
how could he talk on my name? he don’t know work
bore man’s head and his chest with cold work
jugg a man up like goldberg
push my shank in his neck ’til his throat hurts
how could he talk on my name? he don’t know work
bore man’s head and his chest with cold work
bust that wap at his ligament, rip his flesh ’cause i swear i’m sick of it
i might swing my hand when i’m dippin’ it, drillin’ it, bore mans neck and get rid of him
when i bruck that wap, call me diligent, wind down the window and aim, now i’m militant
hol’ on, wait
fling out your shoulder and bust it, come drizzle him
if i lean, i c+ck it, lock it, and bust that wap from my shoulder
in a four+door rover, put ’em in a ball, i bored him and now he’s up in a coma
open up his chest like a folder, smash his head in again with a boulder
if its not with a boulder, burn like smolder, i come back again like a scolder
[chorus]
bust that wap at his ligament, talk on my name, f+ck that, nah i’m sick of it
if i bore man’s chest, i’m hitting it
chingin’ it, tear his flesh, i’m gettin’ rid of him
when i bruck that wap, call me diligent
wind down the window and aim, now i’m militant
hol’ on, wait
fling out your shoulder and bust it, come drizzle him

[outro]
bust that wap at his ligament, talk on my name, f+ck that, nah i’m sick of it (f12)
if i bore man’s chest, i’m hitting it
chingin’ it, tear his flesh, i’m gettin’ rid of him
when i bruck that wap, call me diligent
wind down the window and aim, now i’m militant
hol’ on, wait
fling out your shoulder and bust it, come drizzle him

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