I Hope I Don't Get Sick-A-This - Devin the Dude

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Devin not devil or no demon how uneven

Weed & cigarrs, 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 bitch with my dick then walk up the stairs and hang her

Who can get they thang sucked while they boo boo?

— I can, by a chinese bitch who just fixed the moo-goo-gai pan

I stay high man I guess thats why a motherfucker smile

Feedin these hoes dick Fuddruckers style

A buck wild bitch I like her

Other hoes might try to fight her

I be tip-toein through texas

Even got bitches in ryder

Ask me do I know a ho named so and so

I might’ve ask her did I nut quick or was it one of them all nighters?

I like dick lickers and ball biters

And honey dips who dont trip if I dont write her

I be kickin it

Stickin this dick off in these bitches

It’s gettin ridiculous

I hope I don’t get sick of this

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I’m just flippin, ridin, slippin, slidin and shit

Don’t try this at home

Cause see me be high in the bitch

Phone rangin man I got my choice of 2 hoes

Which one should I choose

Shit you know how it goes

I choose both now we on the other side of town stylin

Niggas mean muggin but im still smilin

Cause one bitch is playing with the other bitches titty

Cat hangin´ out im like ''here kitty kitty''

Every city and state

Them hoes fix me a plate when I arrive

Then they open up they thighs

And I be amazed myself sometimes

How I can get my dick raised with just one rhyme

I started off horny with a hobby

But no longer have to hub around the hotel lobby

I be kickin it

Stickin this dick off in these bitches

It’s gettin ridiculous

I hope I don’t get sick of this

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Rumblin and tumblin

Why theres no need

I rather look at the fight

Sit back and roll me some weed

Me and my niggas we be lookin for hoes to conjer up

Catch em in a group we swoop and ask them do they wanna fuck

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 pussy

Tell the bitch gone on

As the beat goes on the heat goes on

Lil' sweetie excuse the booze it belongs to me

Im known to be pretty horny

Fuck you in the mornin

While you yawnin you’ll feel this dick going in

Pushin', Jugin' but it don’t irritate

No force no court no need to letigate

Kickin it

Stickin this dick off in these bitches

It’s gettin ridiculous

I hope I don’t get sick-a-this

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