Hope I Don’t Get Sick-A-Dis lyrics

[Devin The Dude: crooning]
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[Verse 1]:
Devin not devil or no demon how uneven
Weed & cigars, 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 b*tch with my di*k then walk up the stairs and hang her
Who can get they thang sucked while they boo boo?
- I can, by a chinese b*tch who just fixed the moo-goo-gai pan
I stay high man I guess that's why a motherf*cker smile
Feedin these hoes di*k Fuddruckers style
A buck wild b*tch I like her
Other hoes might try to fight her
I be tip-toein through texas
Even got b*tches 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 di*k lickers and ball biters
And honey dips who dont trip if I dont write her
I be kickin it
Stickin this di*k off in these b*tches
It's gettin ridiculous
I Hope I Don’t Get Sick-A-Dis
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[Verse 2]:
I'm just flippin, ridin, slippin, slidin and sh*t
Don't try this at home
Cause see me be high in the b*tch
Phone rangin man I got my choice of 2 hoes
Which one should I choose
sh*t you know how it goes
I choose both now we on the other side of town stylin
n*ggas mean muggin but im still smilin
Cause one b*tch is playing with the other b*tches 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 di*k 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 di*k off in these b*tches
It's gettin ridiculous
I Hope I Don’t Get Sick-A-Dis
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[Verse 3]:
Rumblin and tumblin
Why there's no need
I rather look at the fight
Sit back and roll me some weed
Me and my n*ggas we be lookin for hoes to conjer up
Catch em in a group we swoop and ask them do they wanna f*ck
And if they sleazy then its 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 pus*y
Tell the b*tch gone on
As the beat goes on the heat goes on
Lil' sweetie excuse the booze it belongs to me
I'm known to be pretty horny
f*ck you in the mornin
While you yawnin you'll feel this di*k going in
Pushin', Jugin' but it don't irritate
No force no court no need to litigate
Kickin it
Stickin this di*k off in these b*tches
It's gettin ridiculous
I Hope I Don’t Get Sick-A-Dis
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