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Sick

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Sick

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A YMGM Collaboration

Young Money, Generation M

Get with it!

Squad poppin', like the pentagon

Squad poppin', like the renaissance

Squad poppin', like the thriller song

And you pussy ass niggas thrill is gone

My squad lit like a strobe light

Squad lit on a slow night

Squad ain't got no types

Cinderella, Pocahontas, Snow White

My squad poppin', my bitch shopping

My niggas thuggin', my bitch robbing

I'm inside cuddling with the choppa

Working on the stove, like a novel

Diggin' in my pockets, tryna find the bottom

Codeine got the drink all soggy

And your queen got my dick hard body

There's a stick up in my drawers, armed robbery

My squad poppin', like the white house

Squad never need time out

Squad way up on the ninth cloud

Way up here, we got iCloud

My squad lit like a strobe light

Every night, any night, all night

6 hoes and they all dykes, and all they need is one mic

My new attic full of dead bodies

Old attic full of dead bodies

Bedroom full of red bodies

I got your main bitch headlining

She cry to me said: You're no fair!

Cried to me said: You're low fare

Dry pussy with no hair

So we showered together and the soap fell

Then I ask her how the dope feel

I don't care how the hoe feel

I kick her ass out the dope house

And she can ask her ass how the door feel

Squad poppin' like the pentagon

Thot talk like Jimmy Jones

Smokin loud like an intercom

Im goin keep it summer all winter long

Squad lit like the sunlight

You goin have to squint or use on eye

No Mike Tyson this a gun fight

Had to hide my guns cause they gun shy

Squad pop like the pentagon

Had to put a few killers on

If you don't want no static you goin have to put some antennas on

Wait, Drop top with the titties on

Bitch bounce like a tennis ball

Pussies hatin' like menopause

Its a jungle out there, Senegal

Wait, Drop top with the tinteds on

It get ugly when I'm pretty stoned

Fat pockets with the skinnies on

Im dead right but I'm living wrong

No red lights my limits gone

My meds right I'm trippy jones

My wave right like Billabong

My diamonds dance like Diddy Combs

Her headlights i turn em on

She wanna go to Mars, that journey long

I'm goin fuck her hard till her sternum gone

My diamonds sing, she learn the songs

I woke up, like this hoe

I'm burning pot like Crisco

She a cryp hoe but she a nympho

And we color blind and you know love is blind

In each others eyes, we butterflies

Rock and roll like Hummer tires

I dont even got to be her number 1

Im her number 6

And she my number 9

Get it

All these drugs scientific

All these bars science fiction

South identifying ribbon [?]

Walkin all 9 innings

Talkin shit while im shittin

Defication expensive

Destination exquisite

Dedication 6 senses

I'm the shit up in the restroom

Guess who up in my guest room

Smack her ass leave a flesh wound

Weezy F baby test tube

The Martian gets high as Neptunes

I fuck your bitch how is that news?

And you ain't shit to a raccoon

I go ape shit on these baboons

The diamonds still doing dance moves

The money still makin fast moves

6 feet or 3 pair of shoes

You still underground where the grass grew

Headshot thats a hairdo

Blood drop like shampoo

Young Vidal Sassoon

Oh well no Shamoo

She clap her as in the lambo

We catch your ass gettin fast food

It happens fast then we vamoose

Rat-a-tat to the tat-poof

I go apple jack to the froot loop

I got milk, sauce and the Ragu

Im the body on the side walk

I chucked to the chalk in this kids classroom

Six shit

Craziest shit Drake ever bought me as a gift was, um

Probably some, some jewelry or something

Like, Drake buy real extravagant gifts like so, I don't, you know

Forgive me for saying I don't remember but it's like the gift be so extravagant

Meaning like I probably use it every day

So when you use something everyday you totally forget who got that shit for you

I'm sorry you just do

And so he get you those type of gifts

When I say extravagant I mean like uh

The house I probably live in was probably bought by Drake

You know what I mean? Shit like that

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