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marshall beats cuh - sicko mode lyrics

[part i]

[verse 1: zxgger]
yeehaw, hit that nae nae then i whip (yuh)
young zxgger so sick, i’m finna flip (flip)
yeah i f+cked her in the tractor (huh)
f+cked her, drove right past her (uh+huh)
i might f+ck her in the pasture, yuh, (yuh), aye
i get the bands and i double up (double up)
i get the bands and i run it up (run it up)
young zxgger sippin’ lean, pull a double cup (yuh)
little homie, it’s a stick up (stick up)
like a forty, need a pick up (huh)
young zxgger sippin’ beer, i needa hiccup
country shorty name’s betsy (betsy)
when i f+ck her, she gets messy (messy)
young zxgger in a foreign, do not test me
no automatic, yеah, homie got a semi (pow)
pull up, i’ma f+ck her whеn she ready (when she ready)
young zxgger i get bands, i get that loot (i get that loot)
young zxgger, country boy, i might shoot (pow)

[verse 2: zxgger]
i took your girl to boots and hearts
doing chew and smoking darts
young zxgger, i’m the smartest, check my marks
lil’ homie, i’m the deal
dirty boy, hank steele
young zxgger with the shotty, he might squeel
lil’ b+tch, don’t bite me
cowboy boots, f+ck nike
young zxgger, i’m the realest, he might fight me
shawty come through, yeah, she feel like nurse joy
young man zxgger, i’m the realest mccoy
[part ii]

[intro: mol$]
aye, aye

[chorus: mol$]
run up with my gang, and we bringin’ down the pain
with a stick in my lap, don’t you dare step in my lane
gotta run, gotta fart, my name jeff, this is art
kung+fu b+tch, call me po, i might pull up to your block
put the stick to your dome, b+tch you home, home alone
metronome, got an extra tome, give me dome in the bed
that b+tch want me for my bread, like i said, give me cred
don’t you hate, hold up, wait, that was bait, yuh, aye

[verse 1: mol$]
counting bands, call me sans, get this dough, do a show
like it’s nothing, came from nothing, still am nothing
like i’m dee, chocolate m+ffin, you want something
think you better writing letters, like you said
i get this bread, like a gamer, see you later
in the store, ’cause you still playing fortnite
you a g+y, that’s okay, stay away, i ain’t g+y
that’d be g+y

[bridge: mol$ & chris chan]
on the for real, for real, put obama in fortnite right now
like, please, like, put obama in fortnite
okay, put obama in fortnite, b+tch!
look at it, look at it!
i’m having s+x with three women
and you know what, the one in the middle is half and half
we are gonna be together in the near future
and we are going to have s+x
we’re gonna lose our virginities to each other
and it’s gonna be awesome
just so you know the, uh
previous video was also dedicated to a little girl
who accidentally found the (?) page
her name was ching chong
[verse 2: marshall beats cuh]
must be on estrogen the way my racks grow
hotter than a d+ck to a queer, woah, holy sh+t
mich+lle beats cuh the way that i am a p+ssy
take the f+ckin’ l you’re attracted to bussy
p+ssy smells like a greasy bag
why does your brain lag so f+cking hard
b+tch i’m bricked up, got a big hard on
featured god on a track, not king von

[chorus: marshall beats cuh]
run up with my gang, and we bringin’ down the pain
with a stick in my lap, don’t you dare step in my lane
gotta run, gotta fart, my name jeff, this is art
kung+fu b+tch, call me po, i might pull up to your block
put the stick to your dome, b+tch you home, home alone
metronome, got an extra tome, give me dome in the bed
that b+tch want me for my bread, like i said, give me cred
don’t you hate, hold up, wait, that was bait, yuh

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