| I’m tired of playing with these motherfuckers…
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| Now I lay me down to sleep
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| I got a feeling I’m allergic to bullshit
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| Already got some medication for dumb shit
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| You better leave me alone bitch cuz I
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| I feel like fucking you up
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| Feel like fucking you up
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| But I got too much GAME (game)
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| To blow out ya brains in front of yo Momma and get struck out
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| GAME (game)
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| Feeling all revenge, no remorse and no sorrow
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| Bitch you got an ass whooping coming so bad
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| I’m a beat your motherfuckin' ass
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| Bitch cuz you’re wrong for that (you)
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| Make me wanna pull a bone out ya back (Yes you)
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| Call us the pest control
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| (Dead bitch walkin)
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| Til ya whole chest is gone
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| (Dead bitch walking)
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| Bitch get a gun, put it to your head and blow your motherfucking brains out
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| Better yet, go to the nearest bridge you see and jump off that motherfucker
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| Jump in the middle of the freeway and run head-on into a truck or something
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| Cuz you won’t pimp me!
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| I’ll cuss yo ass out
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| I get the feeling I’m allergic to fake bitches
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| Already got some medication for square bitches
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| I still keep my sucker repellent with me by my GAME (game)
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| At the stroke of twelve I’m turning her back into a pumpkin
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| GAME (game)
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| Put a hanger on your back until you can’t function
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| We are here to fuck you, straight fuck you up SING
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| We are here to fuck you up
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| Now you want to see me in the county
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| Yes you don’t want no happy people around me
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| Because I’m fine I can fuck baby and I can fight
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| Thanks for nothing bitch my formula’s extraordinarily tight
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| GAME (game)
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| Bitch you understand that I’m the black Jack Tripper
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| GAME (game)
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| Suga Free the pimp Pomona style still a bitch killer
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| Bitch I oughta call John Walsh on America’s Most Wanted and tell him you a
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| kidnapper
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| Since you so tough bitch why don’t you jog some of that fat off your
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| motherfucking ass
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| I get the feeling I’m allergic to liars
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| Already got my medication for cutthroats
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| You better give me 50 feet cuz I
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| I feel like fucking you up
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| Feel like fucking you up
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| Hee hee
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| Bitch I’m getting tired of yo ass (and I like it)
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| Make me want to put some fire to your ass (and I might bitch)
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| Hoe you got an ass whooping coming from hell
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| Cuz you done ran out of rope and you prepared to tell
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| Call us the pest control
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| What you hating for?
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| That’s why I stabbed you in the throat with a Dayton spoke
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| You got an ass whooping coming so loud
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| I’m a boot yo ass to the clouds
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| I just can’t wait to put you in your place right
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| Like with motherfuckers when I stand behind the fucking mic
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| And how you jealous of your man bitch you want to beat me too?
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| And all the fly shit you often see a motherfucker do
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| You need your ass whooped
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| You notice you broke bitch?
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| Like, get yo money Why U Bullshittin'?
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| I wrote this
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| Filmo Slim said pussy gon' sell with cotton and corn won’t
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| So you’ll never pimp me, bitch
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| I’ll let you pimp me when they make dildos out of Dayton spokes
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| And the only reason I don’t knock all the teeth out your mouth bitch is because
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| I know your ass is finna go tell
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| Little punk ass bitch
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| Yeah, its written all over your face you a punk ass bitch
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| Misery loves company
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| Little miserable ass… piece of… blubber
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| Ain’t happy for shit!
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| Is there anything int he world you happy about? |
| Anything?!
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| Hell motherfucking no
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| So what you do, is go to a motherfucker who got they shit together and try to
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| fuck they shit up
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| Bitch you cannot reach in my body and pull a bone up out of me okay
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| You cannot stop me from smiling
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| You cannot stop me from making this music
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| Okay?
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| I’m not gon' let you do that
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| God ain’t gon' let you do that okay?
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| Why don’t you go get a job at Target or something?
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| Get something you can be proud of
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| Get a paper route bitch for all I give a fuck, piece of shit
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| Fuck you and yo Momma too
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| What, Cadillacs ain’t gon' roll no more cuz your ass gone bitch?
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| I can’t spit dope shit because you gone bitch?
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| Fucking idiot
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| What you stand for? |
| What you standing on? |
| Nothing
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| What you got? |
| Nothing
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| What your Momma got? |
| Nothing
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| What your family got? |
| Nothing
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| Cuz you ain’t nothing, and you ain’t never be nothing!
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| Piece of shit, life don’t stop cuz you gone bitch
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| You like a cigarette butt to me bitch
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| I smoke you and throw yo ass away when I’m done with you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Allergic To Bullshit , by - Suga Free. Song from the album Smell My Finger, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп