Lyrics That liquor ain't good for you - 47shawnn

I got ten of these, they ten a G, and I got ten hoes on me
I dropped that thick bitch, cause she just wanted riches off of me
I got like five fifty-five sixes since niggas playing round with me
But they not playing round, when gang around, so fuck around with me
Now bitch I'm rhymed out,
So timeout, I'm sick of spitting bars
Now call up your mans, to get blammed, I'll put him in a gar
I'm sick as Sars, seeing stars, and I'm just losing all my breath
Lil bitch I rap rap, so I'm just talking shit for my health

I'm wishing she would give me my time back
Tried to kill myself again, just cause I thought I would spawn back
You niggas bitches,
Y'all just let the cops do the spinning
Y'all repping colors everyday,
But still can't tell me which gang is winning
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Want the thickest bitch with the weakest knees
That's smoking trees, with titties big ass hell I can fucking squeeze
You thought the hoe was praying
Cause she stay on her fucking knees
Can we save the trees
So I can take my bitch to the Florida keys
I'm, really, just trynna fuck and get higher
The way my life is going,
God just keep on sending me liars
I tried to separate myself
They holding me like some pliers
I'm spitting this fire
So you can have the life you desire
You slipped out my life
Like bitches
When they riding them bald ass tires
I'm sick as hell
Maybe I might die to these sickle cells
I'm tired bitch
Of fighting everyday
When you off the shits
Everytime you hit that bottle
You say secrets you can't admit