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hulksicko! - cleaners lyrics

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[intro]
get it for the high sell it for the low
big body benz hopping out for show
i was popping xans almost lost control
then got it back, some will never know
told my best friend, said you not alone
now when i get trapped know i’m not alone

[chorus: hulksicko!]
hot head, shot dead, dat boy on news 12
you can’t by me i am, walking the round the block
with a new mopstick, god d-mn
i might lost control tonight
my bro still on go tonight
might see bullet holes tonight
surgeons doing over time

[verse 1]
gotta’ big stick in my pants i ain’t talking bout no weiner
if i’m caught up in a jam, we gon’ hit yo’ head like fevers
i don’t do no jeeper creepers, drive by in fast two seaters
bloodshed up on my sneakers, gotta’ take em’ to the cleaners

matter fact leave em’ dirty, brody in the trap tryna turn a birdy
up into ap so he whip it st-rdy, until he collapsed member’ when i heard em’
couldn’t call 12 that’s what had me worried, will he come back n-gga i was nervous
dope relapse, wish i could told em’ to relax, but that’s just my fault

but i’m just gon’ ball, and put my whole team on
n-gga sleep alone, sometimes, i don’t sleep at all
i trap off a cheaper phone, some sh-t they can trace at all
i just be making calls, can’t see my face at all

white b-tch mcflurry, and she make it clap, pistol when they lurking
missed my court case, trouble with the jury
choker choke my neck trouble with my jewelry
n-gga talked down, that’s why he got buried
brody in the ground, yea its kind of scurry
he can’t talk now, all you gon’ here is dead man sounds

[chorus:hulksicko!]
hot head, shot dead, dat boy on news 12
you can’t by me i am, walking the round the block
with a new mopstick, god d-mn
i might lost control tonight
my bro still on go tonight
might see bullet holes tonight
surgeons doing over time

gotta’ big stick in my pants i ain’t talking bout no weiner
if i’m caught up in a jam, we gon’ hit yo’ head like fevers
i don’t do no jeeper creepers, drive by in fast two seaters
bloodshed up on my sneakers, gotta’ take em’ to the cleaners

- hulksicko lyrics

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