dj zirk - feelin sick' lyrics
[intro: tini maine]
tini what? tini who?
foul that motherf+cker
deep dazed up
it’s the motherf+cking maine
[verse: tini maine]
i’m the last one you thought that was through the dope
mr. tini maine deliver on a creep slow
break bread, like a chimney, you didn’t know
centrify, from the center down to the flow
really tho, frustrated but i don’t hate it
put a [?] on motherf+ckers, i’m affiliated
south side to the east side, (i’m a native)
from the west to the north side, (can’t fade me)
burnin’ lose like a scam and to the pimp, a hoe
hit thе track, major overflowing for that dough
then go, maintain high, can’t lose controll
swеrv right, swerv left, got my story wrote
ten toes like a motherf+cked on the ground
spit my lyrics by the second with my trigger down
tip toe, like a narcotic on the bus
plenty motherf+ckers out here, i don’t trust
what i do everyday is my business
sell my dope to the white folks who gettin’ bail
meet me at the corner store cuz you might be informers
and i can’t afford goin’ to jail
now you all with my business on the scene
smoke green but i’m selling methamphetamine
on fire like a bottle filled with kerosine
5+0, bow down to ya new king
so crunk that i’m shakin’ like a new baby
got the blunts so i can calm my nerves
when i speak about a b+tch who tryna get my pockets rich
otherwise it’a be so absurd
plenty n+ggas got anna but they can’t
handle what mr. [?] on green got
cuz when i’m at yo ass, then i’m comin’ at yo ass
now you actin’ like a b+tch cuz you called the law
moon walk like michael when i’m on a drive by
where my n+ggas gettin’ high and i’m full of dope
sippin’ on a little yella, make me feel better
now that n+gga buy em’ and a little smoke
too though, no [?] cuz i can’t go, spit my game, soul
stick ya far down to the bottom
here’s a word of advice since i wanna play nice
kid, don’t talk about my face fore’ i get started
broke it harder on a level that you can’t brake
no wait, no mistakes, melt like a milkshake
so fake that you can’t stay away from the lake
that drowned all ya sorrow like a mayday
these n+ggas stand a [?] and the ones who owe
make a dodge and give me all y’all money
east side to the [?] i’m pickin’ up my gun there
why try, you motherf+ckers be runnin’
people talk a lot of sh+t when you with ya n+ggas by yaself
you can better stand as a man
cross your eyes, you should listen, you start prayin’
set trippin’, now i’m pimpin’, now i ain’t playin’
play games with ya b+tch cuz i ain’t the one
smoke one with tini maine, the leprechaun
drink two, as a syrup just for fun
now you motherf+ckers f+ckin’ with the right one
so drunk that i’m stumblin’ all over
but my lyrics gettin’ cornered and are soon over
but i’m tired like a motherf+ckers gettin’ colder
what i represent, the four league called clovers
got to have a lot of nothing cuz i been po’
now i’m standin’ on my own two, i want mo’
now i got myself d+mn near through the door
got yo ass pump fiendin’ for this anna dough
no hope, get yaself hung from a rope
no help, can’t be helping yaself when you [?]
then i catch you from the blind side, maybe that your kin folk died
now your ass runnin’ outta time
i ain’t lying, get found, face down
in a puddle with ya blood cuz yo ass tryna cause some cl!cks
b+tch boy, don’t you know who is f+ckin’ with the [?]
now it’s on, got ya feelin’ sick (feeling sick)
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