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sicksid - problem child lyrics

[verse 1]
hol’ up yeah i’m on that…
i just went crazy hol’ up on that b+tch
i been goin’ crazy hol’ up stupid lit
tell ‘em i been poppin’ flats red eye
hol’ up yeah hol’ up, red dot
i’m on the x, i’m on the x hol’ up
put me next to these rappers i’m the best
i just put vetements on my legs
talm ‘bout, gas smoke buildin’ up my chest
told that b+tch i’m comin’ with that
tell that b+tch i’m comin’ yee
racks on the motherf+ckin’ couch
i just hit that b+tch one hunnid rounds

[verse 2]
nabz just popped two out the bag he gone
put you up for missin’ child where he go
yeah you worried ‘bout that hoe like where she go
she just fell in love with gang yеah she know
wanted to be a rockstar now i sound likе pluto
talm ‘bout codeine crazy, i’m on…
yeah that dirty sprite put me in a loophole
i can’t feel my face shawty i’m on that
i just f+cked the b+tch up now she…
i just put a p+ssy ass on that shirt
i’ma push the f+ckin’ dash ‘til it’s dirt
dirty sprite hol’ up shawty i’m on
playin’ with pots and pans we ain’t in the kitchen b+tch
i’m a problem child i’m a son of a b+tch
too much money finna break the money clip
freestylin’ all my sh+t i’m makin’ hits
i’m in love with the drugs give my cup a kiss
chrome hearts on my bag chrome hearts on my wrist
i been touchin’ on myself feelin’ on my sh+t
i’m a problem child i’m a son of a…

- sicksid lyrics

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