sweetbabydayday - hiccups lyrics
[intro: sweetbabydayday & london yellow]
bro, i’m gonna punch you
c’mon bruh you said it, nah you said it
boom baby!
i miss you jj
yeah!
this is a certified bop
[chorus]
i just caught the hiccups
cones big stuffed
b-tch, i’m sacked up
you can keep your big blunt
it’s really hard to act
like this sh-t ain’t got me stuck
r.i.p cap
b-tch, f-ck you think i’m on?
throw the seat back b-tch
catch me on tour
got two or three crack heads living next door
and i haven’t been back since i hit the toy store
i don’t smoke wraps
cause i like my weed pure
[verse 2]
i just caught the hiccups
d-mnit, pick up
drinking big bop b-tch, smoking big lungs
cook her this sausage for some breakfast
every time you hear me knocking
come and get some
down on all my losses
like a victim
sweet baby, i got problems
can you fix em?
smoking with my brothers reminiscing
burn me out, burn me out, burn me out
[verse 3]
burn me out, b-tch!
f-ck a 100 thousand
see i’m tryna get rich
told that b-tch: “suck on my f-ck on my d-ck”
just like that she swallowed my kids
n-gg-, i’m broke i’m tired of this sh-t
yes, my pockets hungry
so i’m looking for a purse sn-tch
out here selling weed to all the kids
come get your birth sack
(doobies) doobies in my face
with a smile
cause i’m worth that
b-tch, i left a trace of the sound
that’s that loud pac!
boy i’m from pittsburgh
a weird -ss n-gg- making bops
look at what we did
i’m just reminded by my watch
[verse 4]
i just caught the hiccups
smack daddied
i’m shuttered in
pull up right now
n-gg-s get to studdering
on the big guy (yeah!)
can’t f-ck with none of them
right across town, know a b-tch that’s smuggling
smoke my weed alone, no company
smoking big lungs
big bops, big f-ck with me
i’m supposed to keep in from of me
guess it’s that time to give no f-ck again
[outro]
i just caught the hiccups
cones big stuffed
b-tch, i’m sacked up
you can keep your big blunt
it’s really hard to act
like this sh-t ain’t got me stuck
r.i.p cap
b-tch, f-ck you think i’m on?
i just caught the hiccups
d-mnit, pick up
drinking big bop b-tch, smoking big lungs
cook her this sausage for some breakfast
every time you hear me knocking
come and get some (come and get some, come and get some)
down on all my losses
like a victim
sweet baby, i got problems
can you fix em?
smoking with my brothers reminiscing
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