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​luvseat – sick lyrics

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[intro]
this beat is what good p+ssy sounds like

[verse 1]
straight from the asylum, hoe i’m f+cked up in the head
antisocial reject, i don’t care ’bout what they said
not too many people like me, all my friends are in my head
i’m goin’ insane, i can’t get up out my bed

[chorus]
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh+t (yuh)
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh+t (yuh)
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh+t (yuh)
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick, i’m f+ckin’ sick, no sh+t
[verse 2]
sicker than the flu, i wipe your nose
you just a fan, you are not my bro
i’m the grim reaper, b+tch give me your soul
if he talk sh+t, then i’m slittin’ his throat

p+ss on a cop, i don’t like control (yeah, yeah)
i got your b+tch, wanna ride me slow (yeah, yeah)
hop in the whip, hoe i’m ready to go (yeah, yeah)
he look so pretty, i’ll cum in his throat (yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh+t (yuh)
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh+t (yuh)
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh+t (yuh)
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick, i’m f+ckin’ sick, no sh+t

[verse 3]
keep my circle small, i’m antisocial, i don’t f+ck with you
i’mma drain his life and that p+ssy boy won’t know what to do
if you talkin’, you gon’ die, it isn’t up to you
b+tch i’m deranged, but to me that sh+t isn’t nothin new
i been high so long, i think my brain has turned to mush now
do another line, i feel like sh+t, i did too much now
don’t f+ck with the system, really wish that i could bust out
i’ll k!ll a pig ’cause i don’t really give a f+ck now

[chorus]
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh+t (yuh)
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh+t (yuh)
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh+t (yuh)
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick, i’m f+ckin’ sick, no sh+t

[verse 4]
if i run up and that p+ssy get run down, somebody better call 9+1+1
b+tch i’m a demon, i’m harvesting souls and i really just don’t give a f+ck
talkin’ that sh+t but you jockin’ my swag, lil b+tch boy you must be my son
too many people watching me and thats why i always gotta keep a gun

straight from the asylum, hoe i’m f+cked up in the head
antisocial reject, i don’t care ’bout what they said
not too many people like me, all my friends are in my head
i’m goin’ insane, i can’t get up out my bed

[chorus]
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh+t (yuh)
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh+t (yuh)
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick (yuh yuh)
no sh+t (yuh)
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ sick, i’m f+ckin’ sick, no sh+t



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