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sick cigarettes - forever lifestyle lyrics

[intro]

(hehe, forever)

[chorus]
(huh, huh)
b*tch i’m sick, i got no bid*ness tryn’ smoke this cig (eugh, eugh)
this sh*t hit, (yo), blew a check up, it came with the kit
new bankroll, brand new b*tch
throw this hand, it was stiff on the kid
i ain’t trippin’ cause i’m stiff on the b*tch
i ain’t trippin’, guess it is what it is (eugh)

i know a bad b*tch, she from chicago (skraa)
i’m tryna stay off them drugs, shawty, demi lovato
okay, this sh*t hit like crack
o*okay, let’s just talk ’bout facts (huh?)
look at this sh*t, i’m on track
look at that muh’f*cka, goin out, put it on wha? (eugh)

i can not phone up my slatt
spendin’ that money, recover that sh*t just like jack
okay, we not going back
okay, it’s funny how these n*ggas try to impress
okay, you cuffin’ that next?
i don’t want beef ’bout the b*tch, it’s leaving you stressed
i put these hoes in check
b*tch, i’m the one, i hope that you never forget (yo)
[verse]
o*okay, i f*ck on yo’ b*tch on the addy
rule number one, never send ’em your addy
f*ckin’ luh’ stuff, i own guns in the attic
o*okay, you love me? then get my name tatted
(let’s go), get my name tatted
these n*ggas p*ssy, they don’t want no static
you say my name, and i pop out like magic
i got so many stuck under my mentions
i don’t wan’ keep her, on god, no attachments
‘f*ck bout the b*tch, i can turn that to ashes
i jus’ wan’ keep all these benjamins stackin’
nowadays, benjamin really my best friend
i hit that b*tch, then i go to her best friend (yah)
nowadays, everything really a lesson
i*i gotta teach these f*ck n*ggas a lesson
wha*what do you even consider a flexin’?
what do you do when you first get that check in?
do you go save that, or do you go spend it?
i’m the type n*gga that spend it or flip it
i’m the type n*gga that worship my chicken
no*no*no, i do not worship no b*tches
i can not give all my time, they won’t listen
i can not give all my time, they won’t* (that’s it.)

[chorus]
(yuh! yuh!) b*tch i’m sick, i got no bid*ness tryn’ smoke this cig (eugh, eugh)
this sh*t hit, (yo), blew a check up, it came with the kit
new bankroll, brand new b*tch
throw this hand, it was stiff on the kid
i ain’t trippin’ cause i’m stiff on the b*tch
i ain’t trippin’, guess it is what it is (eugh)
i*i know a bad b*tch, she from chicago (skraa)
i’m tryna stay off them drugs, shawty, demi lovato
okay, this sh*t hit like crack
o*okay, let’s just talk ’bout facts (huh?)
look at this sh*t, i’m on track
look at that muh’f*cka, goin out, put it on wha? (eugh)

i can not phone up my slatt
spendin’ that money, recover that sh*t just like jack
o*okay, we not going back
okay, it’s funny how these n*ggas try to impress
okay, you cuffin’ that next?
i don’t want beef ’bout the b*tch, it’s leaving you stressed
i put these hoes in check
b*tch, i’m the one, i hope that you never forget

[outro]
(let’s go, let’s go)

- forever lifestyle lyrics

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