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lil medium - pick up lyrics

i won’t pick up (yeah)
you broke like six bucks (yeah)
i might sip cups (yeah)
i don’t give f-cks (yeah)
i won’t pick up (ayy)
you broke like six bucks (yeah)
i might sip cups (nah)
i don’t give f-cks (ayy)

i’m too legit
i make your b-tch c-m
underwater splits
tongue all up in the cl-t
thumb in her -ss like this
bum
bounce up in the air
i got them pheromones i swear
you steady caring, i don’t care
while you keep sharing, i won’t share

designer, i don’t need it, i just buy it cause i like it
ask the bar to pour a double then i f-ck around and spike it
i’m higher than a t-tan might’ve died once but i’m wilding
ask my barber bout my cut because i swear to god he styling
silence all your issues, i don’t carry around no tissues
i put you on blast, on my -ss, i don’t miss you
leave you in the past, like my last, you get ditched boo
i know you are broken, b-tch, i’m sorry i can’t fix you

i’m my own enemy yep (no)
look at the crook in my step (oh)
you not my main, you a step (hoe)
where the f-ck all the respect (go)

running in apartments to buzzing and buzzing out to plugging while they were chugging and my cousin was running routes

i won’t pick up (yeah)
you broke like six bucks (yeah)
i might sip cups (yeah)

i fantasize about my death
they greedy hands will grab at whatever i have left
i’m shaken and i’m stirred while i take my last breath
thanks for your concern i’ll make it permanent like debt
buried in missouri in no hurry to the westside
i ain’t really stressing stop messing with the wifi
you ain’t really wifey you just f-cking with the wrong guy
tell me hurry up and you’ll be waiting for a long time

i don’t even smoke but i think i need a cigarette
i will never choke, you just scope while i’m living it
ask the nsa for my data, i ain’t giving it
tap my phone away, vpn on the internet

look me up on snap, you won’t find my location
make that booty clap like a standing ovation
i don’t need no map, throw that -ss in rotation
after this d-ck, you might need a vacation

you test my patience, block you on a twitter rant
i build foundations, follow me instagram
i’m a sinner, whole pound on the weekend
split and splinter, like the wood when it’s creakin’

- lil medium lyrics

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