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Sick Of Me 2

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Yea, Go

Yea Icey they sick of me too

Went to sleep high of percs and the shrooms

She was talking got kicked out the room

Run up on Big Back b***h ima scoom

Mr. Reaper can go to the tombs

It's expensive to get her you lose

She was tryna suck me d**k to the grooves

Cus you know I'm not paying for pooms

Backdoor no stopping me

Ona high speed I don't see em charging me

Conversate with this b***h bout misogyny

Didn't say nothing she went straight to massaging me

I'm not petty put grand with the larceny

With her n***a but she never far from me

She was crying bout giving her heart to me

But this b***h wasn't playing no part to me

And the d**k got her crazy and stalking me

And her boyfriend be saying he chalking me

Get beat up, call my phone with the arguing

My name Bennet, not in it stop calling me

I had jumped out the water the shark in me

I'm the captain lil b***h that's the Stark in me

Bend the corner Maybach ain't no parking me

I hopped out with that s**t now they target me

I keep killing the parking lot

Up two two three make em walk it out

It ain't s**t for us to talk about

Bitch is you tryna go Dior or not

Debatings on going to court or not

My shooter had grew out the wicks

Like he from Florida now

She sucking d**k it was borderline

These bitches come cross the border now

Took his chain and they wore it round

Rest in peace to the bricks cus they tore it down

Chopped his body to pieces it wasn't found

Keep my piece just like Reeces it was around

They know me just for kicking the doors down

Dropped the pack I had shipped it from Georgetown

You might catch me high speeding in your town

Want the top, why she pulling her draws down

Say he arrogant and conceded

Once you master this s**t then it's easy

I come back to this b***h and repeat it

One of the GOATS or the greatest I see it

You don't know them I make him believe it

Shot that boy, tossed the pipe I could leave it

I was driving a car with no keys in

They say that boy was a murder one suspect

I'm like how do you know me even

Sent thirty shots to that boy he didn't dump back

Hit the net, now he talk bout getting even

I don't send no condolences, what's that?

Pay the plug for my package he rush that

Boy they say I'm the usual suspect

And the stove was too hot but I touched that

She just got that ass done but I touched that

That b***h said that it hurt and she punched back

Put that boy in the dirt if he want that

I was shooting like Dirk and I run back

CEO, Mr. Backdoor, f*ck that

Call me Trayle I shoot first I don't buss back

Throw that p***y too fast I don't trust that

Put my feet on the gas I ain't come back b***h