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SicksentZ- Lame Nigga
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Ass whoopings served at a price you can work with-
Kids flip you over your head like Mr. Perfect/
Bloody fists double up disturbing->
You should've just gave the iPhone up, Siri's hearing you hurting/
They tryna get them pies off, on Myrtle-Wyckoff-
….Caught you slipping at 3 in the morning, victim/
Told you run your jack, you aint understand the diction-
No time to react, they hitting, it's still Brooklyn nigga/
There's still crooks here nigga, hipsters and books here nigga-
Got you feeling like there's no need to be shook here nigga/
They still turn jokes into a jux here-
…The false sense of security gets you pushed here/
…That false sense of security took what…two years-
You fucks ... really optimistic, maybe i'm sadistic/
But, all of that Brooklyn Vietnam shit I lived it-
And under the surface, it aint different/
It aint different really, it aint different really
Got couple hipsters near me
Still got a couple pistols near me
Got a couple that'll pop off if the Pigs are near me x2
Her name is Jessie, she goes to NYU-
Every night she goes to Kennedy to buy food/
Every nigga in that bitch says "you fine boo"-
On a short line throwing words like a Haiku/
Leg, thigh, fries, she's out-
Calling up the weed man while walking to her house/
Behind her is a mean man checking out her blouse-
She ordering the green, homie pulled a weapon out/
This muthfucking heat done got the devils stepping out/
….Weed man sounded glad to hear from her-
Mean man clutching on a hair trigger, looking at her hair, then/
Looking at her purse, unclear on which one the nigga wants worse/
Weed man said I'm in your hood making moves-
I can be up on your block in 30 seconds if it's cool/
Mean man ran when she hopped up in his coupe-
"I got 50's of the sour, shorty you want one or two?"/
It aint different really, it aint different really
Got couple hipsters near me
Still got a couple pistols near me
Got a couple that'll pop off if the Pigs are near me x2
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Tight ziplock full of Mario powerups-
Tight lip locked when the cops try to pow with us/
Sight, gripped, cocked, if a nigga try to violate us-
Volatile, I steam up around these commoners/
Can't see it through the loud cloud that's surrounding us-
…Cough, roll it, Passion, uncork, pour it/
Crashing never, classy sweater, matching Adder bucket-
Add a ruckus, Rawkus addict, backpacker progressed/
I'm a little bit different from these bitches>
So I'm killing this shit, and the witness, niglit-
Never ever jump the broom with witches, Wicked->
I'm in any Brooklyn district, wit a cig lit, slick shit/
SicksentZ, SentZ Sick, Sensai, sick since, 10th grade-
Ask Lex, spliff.flames.pass.left-
Ixnays.Mad.Stress Stitch.Game.Mad.Fresh/
…Late night position switching with a baaaaad bitch/
My Bass Titan I don't give a fuck
My Bass Titan I don't give a fuck my nigga x4
Shake it if you that bitch, Shake it if you ratchet x8
I done seen a whole lotta bullshit, lotta money passed to a whole lotta pulpits-
So I spend a stash, on the grass and I pull quick/
Mask on to critics- Died along time ago 808 got me living/
Sipping on this liquor, just to chase this bean-
If yo life is a nightmare, these vices help you dream-
Haters make you scream, nigga I want air-
So I turn this bitch up till they're afraid to come near /
My Bass Titan I don't give a fuck
My Bass Titan I don't give a fuck my nigga x4
Shake it if you that bitch, Shake it i you ratchet x8
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Nobody rules these streets
Like these bitches do
Nobody rules these streets
Like these hooooes (x4)
Watch that little bitch switch her hips-
Watch that nigga flex a knot just to get her to the crib/
Watch her take a little dick, watch her take a lot of dough/
Watch nobody give a shit, watch another 24 pass/
Watch that heffer do that shit some more, cash-
stacked quick from romance, hoes laughing/
Homey on his last and, he spends half his last on her damn scent.
scandalous-
Niggas running halfway into traffic chasing asses, nigga get up/
Crashing on these heifers, pinups, got these niggas fedup, tryna get they bread up/
Kamikaze niggas headrush, that nigga in love, shit, this bitch is in lust, with, controlling his fuck fix/
Fix up look tough, shit, he tricks off, she sucks dick/
He gets off, she gets up, his life's back to that bullshit/
That's how she gets paper, That's how he gets off-
If that paper lasts longer nigga tell me who's the boss/
Nobody rules these streets
Like these bitches do
Nobody rules these streets
Like these hooooes (x4)
Put that pussy on me…Put that pussy on me-
All he thinking, nigga lonely, in this titty bar and shortly/
He dropping a lil money on a thick little distraction-
Couple 20s he smashing, couple pumps and she laughing/
Passing napkins, she passing the time stacking on a nigga-
Don't even like dick, a lesbian and these niggas/
Drop everything that they earned tryna turn her to the main, lame nigga/
played, lame nigga shamed, card click to the game.
Bitches stacking money on you niggas mayne-
I aint even mad at em, craigslist leg splits, roses thrown by the grand at em/
100s fanned at em,….. adam prolly looking down at em pissed- like I done already gave up a rib for this bitch/
Batting that pussy make niggas live for the switch-
Black pillows with a mint condition money clip-
laying by her side while she bust it quick, for that grip/
Nobody rules these streets
Like these bitches do
Nobody rules these streets
Like these hooooes (x4)
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SicksentZ- Walkoff
02:56
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