Devin The Dude - Hope I Don't Get Sick-A-Dis lyrics

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Devin not devil or no demon how uneven
Weed & cigarrs, brew in the seat of the car
Who can it be other than coffee brother D
I cut a sweet with my finger
Choke a bitch with my dick then walk
Up the stairs and hang her
Who can get they thang sucked
While they boo boo? - I can
By a chinese bitch who just
Fixed the moo-goo-gai pan
I stay high man I guess
Thats why a motherfucker smile
Feedin these hoes dick Fuddruckers style
A buck wild bitch I like her
Other hoes might try to fight her
I be tip-toein through texas
Even got bitches in ryder
Ask me do I know a ho named so and so
I might've ask her did I nut quick or
Was it one of them all nighters?
I like dick lickers and ball biters
And honey dips who don't trip
If I don't write her i be kickin it
Stickin this dick off in these bitches
It's gettin ridiculous
I hope I don't get sick of this
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I'm just flippin, ridin, slippin
Slidin and shit don't try this at home
Cause see me be high in the bitch
Phone rangin man I got my choice of 2 hoes
Which one should I choose
Shit you know how it goes
I choose both now we on the
Other side of town stylin
Niggas mean muggin but im still smilin
Cause one bitch is playing with
The other bitches titty
Cat hangin´ out im like ''here kitty kitty''
Every city and state
Them hoes fix me a plate when I arrive
Then they open up they thighs
And I be amazed myself sometimes
How I can get my dick
Raised with just one rhyme
I started off horny with a hobby
But no longer have to hub
Around the hotel lobby i be kickin it
Stickin this dick off in these bitches
It's gettin ridiculous
I hope I don't get sick of this
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Rumblin and tumblin why theres no need
I rather look at the fight
Sit back and roll me some weed
Me and my niggas we be lookin
For hoes to conjer up
Catch em in a group we swoop and
Ask them do they wanna fuck
And if they sleazy then it's easy of course
But, if they lady like we
Gotta control our voice
You know: Our volume, our pitch, our tone
And if she still don't give you no pussy
Tell the bitch gone on
As the beat goes on the heat goes on
Lil' sweetie excuse the booze
It belongs to me im known to be pretty horny
Fuck you in the mornin
While you yawnin you'll feel
This dick going in
Pushin', Jugin' but it don't irritate
No force no court no need to letigate
Kickin it
Stickin this dick off in these bitches
It's gettin ridiculous
I hope I don't get sick-a-this oooo-O-o-o-oo
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