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yung sick - tate!! lyrics

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[hook]
d+mn uh what did i say
got h+lla shawty’s yea walkin to my place
made a band in a week now i’m picking up the pace
and
if you talk sh+t that’s a gun to yo face like
uh
now how you gettin doe
my b+tch kinda rich and yours kinda broke
your b+tch let me hit then i passed it to my bro
say i ain’t sh+t but your job is a joke
like woah
[bridge]
now i’m making all these stacks
let yo b+tch in da crib and i’m breakin her back
you can call me tate the way i spit these facts
and the way i’m making money got me living me so fast like
uh
cause the way i’m living got me feeling so rich
yea i work a 9+5 but who gives a sh+t
i still make stack bought some gucci in this b+tch
and you can call me broke but i’m stealing your chick

you call mе broke but i bought a rolls royce
your b+tch like my d+ck causе she making that noise
yea we chilling at my crib ur b+tch and my boys
and of you keep on talking we gonna up with the toys

yea i’m so rich i bought a bugatti
i’m taking yo chick and i’m feeling on her body
she gave me good brain and we callin that the sloppy
stole 3 b+tches and they all kinda thotties

[hook]
d+mn uh what did i say
got h+lla shawty’s yea walkin to my place
made a band in a week now i’m picking up the pace
and
if you talk sh+t that’s a gun to yo face like
uh
now how you gettin doe
my b+tch kinda rich and yours kinda broke
your b+tch let me hit then i passed it to my bro
say i ain’t sh+t but your job is a joke
like woah



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