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I'm so sick I go to the hospital I don't get fixed I get licked by the brain surgean If I'm losin u sorry I'm just brain surfin Movin your mind like a 5 in the lanea twerkin But I'm like a 6 with your bitch twerkin I'm on the strip with your bitch workin And I don't like strippers I like dyke bitches That don't like strippers they like bitches like the vice grippers Weezy f baby I don't write shit We on the hype shit she on that wife shit I ain't talkin bout com put pot on my dick And she suck it till she numb shit Remember back in the day Wen an ounce of coke was 4 hundred and the bitches was gay But now these niggas is gay and u cud prolly get an ounce for 8 Shit if u spend it like that hundred u straight And now the niggas with money is the niggas that hate And bitches wana broke nigga nigga this nigga fake But that's y me and my hooligans debate Which one of the these rich niggas we takin I got a make it little nae is 6 now My little brother j.e. wana cop big smile And little marly he just hold his chick down Get him a bed so he can roll his chick round I blow big in the lac like a bid dog I keep that cig in my lap like my dick dog Letras de cancionesShit make me bust a nut in yo face Tell ya girlfriend bitch wipe the slut off yo face ho Where u from I put u under your state And I go and throw a party in bugalow place Chyea I'm somthin so straight fear eye That nigga rite up in his clear eye I ain't playin This is the year I must excell Fans sendin in cards sayin u must get well Soon bcuz I'm sick so sick sick noon I b with a big fool and she do her lip? As a matter fact I think u kno her well Everytime I'm with that girl u always blowin up her cell Wud u stop me and shawty tryin to chill man Shawty tryin to feel on my eel I shock her like seel I shock her like my managin the ludacris Handlin the uzi like a cam-e-ra choose your flick Chyea strike a pose we pull up And in the bentleyz is niggas on the bikes is hoes From Letras Mania