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I been f*cking that hoe since a year ago
I don't keep them on the leash you can have the little hoe
I'm a Sicklerville nigga going savage mode
I been f*cking that hoe since a year ago
I don't keep them on the leash you can have the little hoe
I'm a Sicklerville nigga going savage mode
Take a trip hit a lick we up now
In the field pick six a touchdown
What's that on my wrist a buss down
Buss down Buss down Buss down Buss down
Take a trip hit a lick we up now
In the field pick six a touchdown
What's that on my wrist a buss down
Buss down Buss down Buss down Buss down

Yeah, glue on my mouth shit I never will tell
Glued to that paper I never will fail
Run up the price and we buss down them bails
I beat the odds i'm even as hell
Got the whole North side riding with a ratchet
Ride around the city with a bad little nasty
Lil bitch necking me, dick in her mouth like a motherf*cking cavity
Young LeeMan bitch i'm going against gravity
I make the pack disappear that's a mystery
Keep dropping bombs, everyday history
Lets keep it real, you don't even remember me
Suicide doors this car killing me
I am a center piece you just a centipede
Shit getting real then a motherf*cker
VVS on chill then a motherf*cker
I don't care how you feel in this motherf*cker
Man yo cap can get peeled in this motherf*cker
I ride on the beat like an eighteen hummer
Everybody sound like Baby and Gunna
Got my own wave I ain't worried about nothing
Bankroll out 2019 summer

I been f*cking that hoe since a year ago
I don't keep them on the leash you can have the little hoe
I'm a Sicklerville nigga going savage mode
I been f*cking that hoe since a year ago
I don't keep them on the leash you can have the little hoe
I'm a Sicklerville nigga going savage mode

What, Yeah Yeah
Trap trap yeah yeah
Trap trap yeah yeah
Trap trap yeah yeah
Trap trap Wait
Hit him with a twenty shot, thirty shot, head shot, red dot
Now it's a man down
Niggas got they hands out but I ain't about to feed niggas
Heard he drowned in the water can't breathe
Young LeeMan keep something up my sleeve
Foot up on they neck, got blood on my sneakers
They ain't show love when I was down in the bleachers
Bad little shawty and she down for the teamer
Know a couple plugs and know a couple schemers
I talk on the mic like a motherf*cking preacher
Lotto ticket, looking like a lotto ticket
I like model bitches

I can really speak on this shit man
This shit regular
I been doing this shit since a youngin
In the game, name ain't change
Brushonn LeeMan nigga with two N's
Eight five six you already know jersey stand up you know this Sicklerville shit
It's OTM it's out the mud.
Where the lighter at