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hexxx - season of the sick lyrics

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[verse 1: hexxx]
all my, all my, all my k!llers on that west side when we ride
my mission is to stay high when we ride
your f+cking with the mob ties i’m on the rise
lil mommy with the thick thighs i’m tryna pipe
smoking on the gas only f+cking with the packs
homie just text me said this sh+ts about to crack
zombie with the xans f+cking up your plans
(?) used to call me the west coast son of sam
but now it go west coast wicked sh+t
she gonna drop it for a k!ller when the 6+4 switch
we out here k!lling sh+t out here rocking sick shows
throwing demon d+ck got a b+tch deep throat (set)
me and my homie on a sick one ridin’ with the big guns
(?) up a blunt only with (?)
k!lluminati when i hit ’em with the shotty
y’all can never stop me from catching all these bodies hoe

[chorus]
one for the money. two for the show
three for my k!llers that be on death row
riding with the four
moving like a ghost
nah motherf+cker y’all don’t really want smoke
four five to the six
all of my haters get up off my d+ck
pack hollows in the clip we mobbin’ in the six
welcome to the season of the sick
[verse 2: hexxx]
i’m a bad man coming from the bad lands
coming from the demon side where i used to push gram
baby got a fat ass k!ller bout to f+ck fast
cut to the chase i know that sh+t won’t last
homie pick the forecast here it stay rainy
the bass start quaking when i hit the pavement
didn’t wanna be famous pull up from my city now i’m backstage signing some big ass tiddies
stay running with the devil welcome to the boss level
i’ma rip ’em up like a pit out the kennel
said baby do the most she stay in my dms she wanna hit the three way we can all be friends
so i took her to the east side then i brought her back
i stay on point you ain’t ever see me lack
all night like a vamp ain’t f+cking with the camp
motherf+ckers sell a soul tryna get a stamp

[chorus]
one for the money. two for the show
three for my k!llers that be on death row
riding with the four
moving like a ghost
nah motherf+cker y’all don’t really want smoke
four five to the six
all of my haters get up off my d+ck
pack hollows in the clip we mobbin’ in the six
welcome to the season of the sick



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