a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

feddi - so sick lyrics

Loading...

i swear i’m so sick of these b+tches
tryna go threw my phone
look i’m tryna hit the streets
give your car i need them keys

don’t call my phone
i’ll see your ass when i get home
bae you knew just who i was
before you met me why you tripping

just be glad ain put your name
inside my hoe list cause i’m pimping
get you a shift today
i know how to get this paper

show i a different way
riding with me like price picks
get you a instant play
baby better not start that

asking where your car at
like what’s your purpose b+tch
i’m buying you groceries nails and all that
and baby girl ain’t еven mine

still make surе that she all that
and you done went for all that
from just l!cking my ball sack
i swear i’m so sick of these b+tches
tryna go threw my phone
b+tch i’m tryna hit the streets
give your car i need them keys
don’t call my phone

i’ll see your ass when i get home
i swear i’m so sick of these b+tches
tryna go threw my phone
b+tch i’m tryna hit the streets

give your car i need them keys
don’t call my phone
i’ll see your ass when i get home

- feddi lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...