I'm pretty sick and tired
I'm getting sick and tired
Very sick and tired
Homie
[Verse 1]
If I had a coop right now, it'll be on E
First time I feel I ain't pretty, gimme TLC
Raise ya hand mutha fucka if ya feel like me
Live like me and ya know dis real like me
Thers beef for da cats who ain't got nuthin'
And humble too
But damn fucked up shit hada humble you
It ain't ova it jus feel like it crumbled boom
Now it diss you, said I want to 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 cockran'
Gabbi represent'n St. Louis and ain't stoppin'
I'm sick and tired of this lame brain shit
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 ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
And I ain't gotta like you
You ain't gotta me
And You ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
First time it's Fuck Me
Then nigga it's fuck you
You ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
And I ain't gotta like you
You ain't gotta me
And You ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
First time it's Fuck Me
Then nigga it's fuck you
[Verse 2]
I been bamboozled, too many times with fuckin' lood
Dawg I'm sick and, I'm sick and tired of ya gurlz
Keep it Deuce Deuce, HOO, tucked in a room
Fuck her, stash in da car, I Got Haash in the car
Looken as they chink I got ass in they jaw
I'm tired of these hoes tryin to tell Kwon to go, Been Raw
I'm a gangsta mutha fucka, fuck who you are
I told you Kwon been drinkin, then piss on the bar
I don't give a damn and you niggaz know it (know it)
I'm durty you pussy now where your pussy, J-Kwon gon' show it
Gunz I'm holding and you don't want to get ta trippin'
One sqeez of the trigga, e'erbody limpin
I'm from a block where e'erbody crippin'
E'erbody sniffin', and e'erbody pimpin'
J-Kwon and Trackboyz, this is tha take off
And dude I'm sick and tired of takin' shit, Take off
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I'm 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 for they all been rollin
Bought or stolen I'm hardly will they, huhp, holding
c'mon boy niggaz they cool off in da start, coldin'
Don't get mad at me cause that chick jaw, swollen
Cause I kick they haters yaa
I'm like max-a-million
I make ya smack yaself with ya dick, beaters
Ya click sweeter? you don't have the time niggaz
On the block ya don't ever want to battle rhyme niggaz
But see a me right thurr
I shine like a light burrn
I look so bright I brought light to the night club
fuckin'' with Kwon, ya must really like starz
I'm the black brand pink and this is tha fight club
[Hook]
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