Im pretty sick and tired
Im getting sick and tired
Very sick and tired
Homie
[Verse 1]
If I had a coop right now, it’ll be on E
First time I feel I ain’t pretty, gimme TLC
Raise ya hand mutha f**ka if ya feel like me
Live like me and ya know dis real like me
Thers beef for da cats who aint got nuthin
And humble too
But damn f**ked up s**t hada humble you
It ain’t ova it jus feel like it crumbled boom
Now it diss you, said I wanna rumble too
Now if ya sick and tired say it quick say it proud
If ya sick and tired say it now say it loud
Finally got the crowd poppin and crack cockran
Gabbi represent’n St. Louis and ain’t stopping
I’m sick and tired of this lame brain s**t
Kwon getting money, now Kwon getting fittyz
Say whatever you say how you say its about me
How look at this crowd be sick and tired without me
[Hook]
You aint gotta like me
I aint gotta like you
And I aint gotta like you
You aint gotta me
And You aint gotta like me
I aint gotta like you
First time its F**k Me
Then n**** its f**k you
You aint gotta like me
I aint gotta like you
And I aint gotta like you
You aint gotta me
And You aint gotta like me
I aint gotta like you
First time its F**k Me
Then n**** its f**k you
[Verse 2]
I been bamboozled, too many times with f**ken lood
Dawg Im sick and, I’m sick and tired of ya gurlz
Keep it Deuce Deuce, HOO, tucked in a room
F**k her, stash in da car, I Got Haash in the car
Looken as they chink I got a** in they jaw
Im tired of these hoes tryin to tell Kwon to go, Been Raw
Im a gangsta mutha f**ka, f**k who you are
I told you Kwon been drinkin, then piss on the bar
I don’t give a damn and you n****z know it (know it)
Im durty you p***y now where your pussy, J-Kwon gon’ show it
Gunz im holding and you don’t wanna get ta trippin
One sqeez of the trigga, eerbody limpin
Im from a block where eerbody crippin
Eerbody sniffin, and eerbody pimpin
J-Kwon and Trackboyz, this is tha take off
And dude im sick and tired of takin s**t, Take off
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Im high (ya me)
Sumthin like Jay Z
Howz that cause I clap (ya me)
Ya back (ya me)
Strap (hella queen)
Man ya know they clap? (ya me)
Keep a stash in da dash for they all been rollin
Bought or stolen im hardly will they, huhp, holding
Cmon boy n****z they cool off in da start, colding
Don’t get mad at me cause that chick jaw, swollen
Cause I kick they haters yaa
Im like max-a-million
I make ya smack yaself with ya d***, beaters
Ya click sweeter? you don’t have the time n****z
On the block ya don’t ever wanna battle rhyme n****z
But see a me right thurr
I shine like a light burrn
I look so bright I brought light to the night club
F**ken with Kwon, ya must really like starz
Im the black brand pink and this is tha fight club
[Hook] |
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