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lirik lagu sicka than your average – motive yaypes

motive:
look i don’t spit hot 16 about how i’ll i am/ i give the radio black eyes like wil i am/ maybe that’s taboo, but i just rap true/ and keep the city on my back like flo rida’s tatoo/ soon as i p-ss through, i’m finna k!ll some breezys/ you them hoes who hop on anything like lil weezy/ soon as you feeling sleezey, we head to vagabond/ you find in the parking lot trying to bag a blonde/ “hey yo what ave you on? you got them steels homie? that 211 with the red and grey seel jomie?”/ 211 king we like heavy drink/ my motto: f-ck hoes and k!ll everything/ this is for them peddling kids who never had a style/ who think popping bottles really makes em rappers now/ i don’t get caught up in talking bout who the baddest /or spitting bout my cabbage/

biggie: i’m sicka than ya average

[chorus x2]

cupcake:
i’m sicka than ya average

motive:
south side n-gg- with a east side flow, oh whoa no

cupcake:
i’m sicka than ya average

motive:
talk that big game but yo boy don’t know that i’m

verse 2

motive:
switch! they say my city really sucks, land of the nip and tucks/ where kids turn feene making pipes outta sippy cups/ and we ain’t got a payer, the mayor don’t give a f-ck/ so if you care lend me you ears and listen up/ alotta of us gotta flip, sure there’s 9-5s/ but you end up serving on the side like a condiment/ and we ain’t proud of it but we making rent today/ i said my piece now back to the mia/ f-ck d.a.r.e. i be rolling with the c-ke man/ shots make b-tches hit the floor like slow jams/ cops make n-gg-s hit the floor like they dope mans/ back alley smokers taking tocks from a c-ke can/ whoa man! dope grams pushed in yaypes’ city/ they love that white girl but that b-tch ain’t pretty/ as far as glamorizing this drug shit? i’m p-ssed it/ i don’t even rap it, i’m sicka than ya average/

[chorus x1]

now hit the weed n-gg-
hold that, hold that
blow trees n-gg-
p-ss that, p-ss that
now hit the weed n-gg-
hold that, hold that
blow trees n-gg-
p-ss that, p-ss that

i’m sick of all this crying, this whining, this b-tching/ i take it back to making beats in my momma’s kitchen/ i take to them old school jamz that were the shit to me/ big daddy kane, rakim, i know my history/ sick of all these heads talking bout they get the essence/ herd the furious 5 but never got the message/ i just sit back, do my thing, sing and rap/ i love old school but that don’t mean i bring it back cause/

[chorus x1]

- motive yaypes

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