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• Artiste: Babyfxce E
• Titre: Make Me Sick
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(Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man) Yeah Hmm, uh Bitch Hmm Huh, them fake-on-tip niggas make me sick Boy, your ass a bitch, you run from me more than my bitch I fucked her once, we took a pic and now she think she lit I woke up with the stick up in my hand, bitch, I'm on tip All this purple shit up in my cup, they think I'm sick Saved all my money, I threw it up, it did a flip Watch your lips 'cause all that talkin' tough gon' get you hit Fuck that PO shit, look at my hip, it's gon' be a stick In the whip, it got like six Go OT and buy my clothes, don't pack a 'fit Gun got to jammin', I smacked the blick She so fancy, snapped a pic I got scripts right now and I can't act for shit, huh I don't even ask for shit 'cause I already got it I carry five or more, so ain't no point in havin' no wallet Don't gotta pop my shit, my fans do, so I ain't gotta pop it Yeah, always got a stepper with mе, nigga, won't catch me by myself If IV text mе MCM, that mean he got the belt Got this weed high off the shelf I go to jail, go to my savings, I can save myself Up the stick, that nigga flinched like I raised a belt Nigga thought somebody was gon' save him, nobody came to help That nigga finished with She so bad, she don't even got no ass, she a lil' skinny bitch I don't like them hoes that got no ass, but they titties big Fuck it, I'ma drop a vlog and show y'all how I'm really is I know how to make a nigga lack, I'm just gon' send a bitch Turn your hustle up, stay out the way I told gang stay dangerous, you tell your niggas to be safe, huh Striker Boy for real, the back of the whip say "don't chase" Lil' natural bitch, you look inside her head, you see no lace And that bitch don't trip, huh I told her I'm tryna get this bag, I ain't worried about no bitch Dope dick, bitch just called my phone and said she need her fix High as hell, I'll probably leave my phone, but not my blick Leave my phone before my gun, I can't get caught without my— Uh, huh, can't get caught without my stick Think I'm blind for real, it's like I can't even walk without my shit Maybach got a table, it's like I got an office in this bitch Them demons tryna get me, that's why I got these crosses on my 'fit Huh, bitch