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lirik lagu herb shuttles (the underachievers rmx) – sidius

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[verse 1: sidius]

enter psychedelia, brain dead failures let me know if i’m scaring you
in the mirror i’m baring my, razor-sharp t–th breaking vocab barriers
contrary to the trees i spark, ain’t got no bark my dogs just bite
and cause you fright at times of night, living right you wasting life

[verse 2: cico g]

got a bad b-tch, she roll that weed, little bit of s-x, little bit of t–th
the devil’s little seed, i’m a little angry, got a hundred motherf-ckers all coming at me
no disrespect but get in check and g’s for god, i am a god
cico’s in your under bra, cico’s world now suck a c-ck

[verse 3: sidius]

c i c o that ceo, we blow that og tree leaf smoke
that sh-t we toke, slam and choke your bad grandpa like steve-o’s folk
fat chick got the acid, trade her hits for a swing from this hatchet
my whole pack just get mad ratchet, sneak crack filled caskets to beauty pageants

[verse 4: cico g]

beauty pageants my n-gga, rah!, living life in the presence of a k!ller
living life by the wrap and a bag in hand, you clown -ss n-ggas won’t understand
eyes blood shot red, loopy, h-ll yeah, find me round that devil’s den
you could probably find me in h-ll again, lighting up with osama bin

[verse 5: sidius]

laden, all you old n-ggas has beens, adolescent f-ggots have released the kraken
devilish n-ggas bout to settle vendettas and our arteries filling with society’s viddles
we just spit these riddles so brittle then prov city bound to start popping like kettle
corn, rebel sworn, devil swarms my brain matter ’til it’s warm

praise be to them og’s, keep a dry lipped b-tch like a cactus emoji
wavy n-ggas blow me, you can kiss both nuts if you balling like kobe
keep akatsuki shin0bi in the cut with an unlit blunt, omnipotent
be my words when they’re spoken, squeaky nosed -ss n-ggas tryna clown master roshi

musty sh-t, you did what to that husky chick?, ride around with a dusty d-ck
a lungful of that foggy sh-t, all my hobbies make mommy sick, hopefully they get me sloppy rich
k!llers militant drilling into your ligaments, spilling intestines in the kitchen sink, so ignorant
check your reach leach, flex, stretch and spread your arm length ’cause you’re t-rex at best, b-tch

[verse 6: cico g]

ugh, i’m chilling b-tch, all this c0ke on the table, who’s sniffing it?
got a track with g’s, we k!lling it, real n-gga what’s up, sh-t
and i’m a ride around, six shots pop then going down
2pac ride, thug life, i shut it down, beat that b-tch, moon walk, i’m chris brown (d-mn!)

ugh, i’m k!lling it, put my d-ck in a b-tch, she feeling it
got a crush on a hoe, she let me hit and that pg life, man that’s what it is
and ogm is all i know, smoking weed while i’m on a throne
trying hash, can’t sh-t go wrong and i’m p-ssing out and i’m gone, oh god

warrant counts and misdemeanors, d-mn dog, man i’m finna freeze her
on the low, man i f-ck your hoe and i give her back like here you go
and mama raised me on a notice, daddy taught me about them potions
special potions from the roman’s, herbs on herbs, obama smoke it

[outro : cico g]

yeah, cico’s world, og musick, in the 401

(da-d-mn!)

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