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chill bump – sick كلمات اغاني

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(back up right now… back up… back up right now…)

sick of sh_tty djs that mix with no decks
i’m spitting at you as my middle fingers protest
if i’m really p_ssed you won’t finish yo set
i’ll break a bottle, hop on stage and start slitting yo necks
sick of grotesque hoes with silicone br__sts bulging out they silly clothes when they stripping on ecs
stereotypical rappers get me so vexed
they think their flow’s fresh cause they gripping those techs
machos acting bold though they getting no s_x
your d_ck can’t grow bigger with a silver rolex
boasting jiggalos with they big, exposed pecs
when you go home, we know that you’re your b_tches’ home pets
sick of impatient kids, you’re souless
quit skipping through my tracks and quit cl!cking on next
you make me f_cking sick b_tch, and bitter no less…

(back up right now… back up… back up right now…)

you know what ? (what’s up ?)
you make me wanna throw up !
go away ! (why ?)
cause i’ve had a bad day !

i ain’t talking junk… ain’t trying to warn you with a stunt
i’m the type to drive around with traffic wardens in my trunk
awkward when i’m drunk _ wizzing on your wall for fricking fun
i’ll pistol_whip a waiter when i walk in with a gun ! (ha!)
i go liquor_shopping, hit the store with a lit blunt and walk out without paying sh_t
i steal my forties when i want
i walk passed the mortuary : good morning everyone !
then punch a weaping widow : quit acting morbid, silly c_nt !
i go to your corny show, slap the shawties in the front, sh_t on your backstage floor, you boring little punk
i’ve had an awful week dog, a long and sh_tty month
i really wanna pile all your f_cking corpses in the dump, dig up your caskets, fill your coffins with my sp_nk…
(back up right now… back up… back up right now…)

wipe that silly grin off
i’ll p_ss on your face, treat you like ronald poppo and rip off your traits
you b_tch talk _ you’ve got a big jaw to break…
i’ll rip your tongue out so you ain’t got sh_t more to say
rip your skin off ‘til your b_tch calls the jake, just because you listen to rick ross and drake…
just playing… it’s just that i’m p_ssed off today
i wanna rip your limbs off, make a jigsaw display
i’m crazy _ got a lot of sh_t on my plate
you make me feel nauseated and sick all the way

you know what ? …. (what’s up ?)
you know what ? (what’s up ?)
you make me wanna throw up

you know what ? (what’s up ?)
you make me wanna throw up !
go away ! (why ?)
cause i’ve had a bad day !

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