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This perc got me sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
It's why I got drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
Gucci cane for my limp
Spending money on hoes like a pimp
She told me to floor my whip
But ion wanna crash this bitch
Bitch bih bih bitch ih itch
Bih bih bih bih bih bih bih bih bih bitch

I'm in the whip I'm swerving it off
In the whip with yo bitch she jerkin me off
She teaching me how to be a nasty slut
Balenci Givenchy I'm a classy slut
I get whatever I want
If I want Fendi store that's what I cop
I bought everything before it even drop
That's why they begging me to stop
But I know that Fendi Balenci Givenchy they love me
So that's why these bitches they all wanna fuck me
Don't call me hubby
I got a bitch in my life and she cuff me
I cost too much you cannot touch me
I met some controlling bitches they run me
They got my feelings all hurt like my stummy
So I can never get lean out my tummy
Cuz I've been sipping too much
But when I'm on the drank it give me a rush
And it makin me feel good about my past and my cuts
I need to catch me my past like the ash in my blunt
If you wouldn't mind bro would you pass me the blunt
Because I need to get a little buzz
I need to get high been through too much
But in the end
The demons they're all gonna leave from your head
No matter what got to fight till they're dead
That's what the demon in my closet said
Said said said said said said said said
Said said said said said said said said

This perc got me sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
It's why I got drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
Gucci cane for my limp
Spending money on hoes like a pimp
She told me to floor my whip
But ion wanna crash this bitch
Bitch bih bih bitch ih itch
Bih bih bih bih bih bih bih bih bih bitch



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Writer(s): Alexander Hanson
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