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Im pretty sick and tired
Im getting sick and tired
Very sick and tired
Homie
Verse 1
If I had a coop right now, itll be on E
First time I feel I aint pretty, gimme TLC
Raise ya hand muth* fka if ya feel like me
Live like me and ya know dis real like me
Thers beef for da cats who aint got nuthin
And humble too
But d*mn fked up s**t hada humble you
It aint ova it jus feel like it crumbled boom
Now it diss you, said I wanna rumble too
Now if ya sick and tired say it quick say it proud
If ya sick and tired say it now say it loud
Finally got the crowd poppin and crack c*ckran
Gabbi representn St. Louis and aint stopping
Im sick and tired of this lame brain s**t
Kwon getting money, now Kwon getting fittyz
Say whatever you say how you say its about me
How look at this crowd be sick and tired without me
Hook
You aint gotta like me
I aint gotta like you
And I aint gotta like you
You aint gotta me
And You aint gotta like me
I aint gotta like you
First time its fck Me
Then nigg* its fk you
You aint gotta like me
I aint gotta like you
And I aint gotta like you
You aint gotta me
And You aint gotta like me
I aint gotta like you
First time its fck Me
Then nigg* its fk you
Verse 2
I been bamboozled, too many times with fken lood
Dawg Im sick and, Im sick and tired of ya gurlz
Keep it Deuce Deuce, HOO, tucked in a room
fk her, stash in da car, I Got Haash in the car
Looken as they I got as* in they jaw
Im tired of these hoes tryin to tell Kwon to go, Been Raw
Im a gangsta muth* fka, fk who you are
I told you Kwon been drinkin, then pi*s on the bar
I dont give a d*mn and you know it (know it)
Im durty you p*ssy now where your p*ssy, J-Kwon gon show it
Gunz im holding and you dont wanna get ta trippin
One sqeez of the trigga, eerbody limpin
Im from a block where eerbody crippin
Eerbody sniffin, and eerbody pimpin
J-Kwon and Trackboyz, this is tha take off
And dude im sick and tired of takin s**t, Take off
Hook
Verse 3
Im high (ya me)
Sumthin like Jay Z
Howz that cause I clap (ya me)
Ya back (ya me)
Strap (hella queen)
Man ya know they clap? (ya me)
Keep a stash in da dash wateva im rollin
Bought or stolen im Holly Wood like Hulk Hogan
Cmon boy they cool off in da start, colding
Dont get mad at me cause that chick jaw, swollen
Cause I kick they haters yaa
Im like max-a-million
I make ya smack yaself with ya d*ck, beaters
Ya click sweeter? you dont have the time
On the block ya dont ever wanna battle rhyme
But see a me right thurr
I shine like a light burrn
I look so bright I brought light to the night club
fken with Kwon, ya must really like starz
Im the black brand pink and this is tha fight club
Hook