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I Hope I Don't Get Sick-a-This Lyrics

Intro:
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Verse 1:
Devin not devil or no demon how uneven
We done cigars brew in the seat of the car
Who can it be other than coffee brother D
I cut a sweet with my finger
Choke a b**** with my d*** then walk up the stairs and hang her
Who can get they thang sucked while the boo boo
I can by a chinese b**** who just fixed the googooga pan
I stay high man i guess thats why a m*********** smile
Feedin these hoes d*** fudruckers style
A buck wild b**** i like her
Other hoes might try to fight her
I be tip-toein through texas
Even got b****** in ryder
Ask me do i know a hoe named so and so
I might've ask her did i nut quick or was it one of them all nighters
I like d*** lickers and ball b***rs
And honey dips who dont trip if i dont write her
I be kickin it
Stickin this d*** off in these b******
Its gettin ridiculous
I hope i don't get sick-a-this

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Verse 2:
I'm just flippin, ridin, slippin, slidin and s***
Don't try this at home
Cause see me be high in the b****
Phone rangin man i got my choice of 2 hoes
Which one should i choose
s*** you know how it goes
I choose both now we on the other side of town stylin
n***** mean muggin but im still smilin
Cause one b**** is playing with the other b****** t***y
Cat hangin out im like here kitty kitty
Every city and state
Them hoes fix me a plate when i arrive
Then i open up they thighs
And i be amazed myself sometimes
How i can get my d*** raised with just one rhyme
I started off h**** with a hobby
But no longer have to hub around the hotel lobby
I be kickin it
Stickin this d*** up in these b******
It's gettin ridiculous
I hope i dont get sick-a-this
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Verse 3:
Rumblin and tumblin
Why theres no need
I rather look at the fight
Sit back and roll me some weed
Me and my n***** we be lookin for hoes to conjer up
Catch em in a group we swoop and ask them do they wanna f***
And if they sleazy then its easy of course
But if they lady like we gotta control our voice
you know: Our volume, our pitch, our tone
And if she still don't give you no p****
Tell the b**** gon' on
As the beat goes on the heat goes on
Lil sweetie excuse the booze it belongs to me
Im known to be pretty h****
f*** you in the mornin
While you yawnin you'll feel this d*** going in
Pushin', Jugin' but it don't irritate
No force no court no need to letigate
Kickin it
Stickin this d*** up in these b******
It's gettin ridiculous
I hope i don't get sick-a-this
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