nauseous Lyrics

(Ewww)

(Ay, pull up Cj)

Ew, ew, ew

(Ayy) hm, fax

Ew, yeah

Ewhh

My driving make her nauseous

Cut off the traction off in the vet, bae wan me-

Yeah, to b cautious

Off the shrooms, awakening spiritual consciouses

It's not on me, ma choppy don fw the gossip

She like what am I? you fineshitt (fax)

Haven't you learned? Trust no one

I ain believe until I see tha bitch under the sun

We buy souls (fax), gimme yo spirit, n all yo wishes will b done (yeah)

I got Flaka in ma spirit, treat me as such

Put C4 under his car

Boom haha, nigha ain get to far

I ain believe it, until I Let ma hammer to do the job

(Fax)

I got 10 stars like Houdini, I wanna b a star

Round n round, bullets go hit his jaw

I play w the dead, when you spill guts

Your no fun, Les make it fun, leave ya walkin w a crutch (fax)

Hey, I'm m the saint, you should treat me as such

I don feel shit, buh ma bitch, greed, n lust

My driving make her nauseous

Cut off the traction off in the vet, bae wan me-

To b cautious

Off the shrooms, awakening spiritual consciouses (fax)

It's not on me, ma choppy don fw the gossip

She like what am I? you fineshitt (fax)

Haven't you learned? Trust no one

I ain believe until I see tha bitch under the sun

We buy souls (fax), gimme yo spirit, n all yo wishes will b done (yeah)

I got Flaka in ma spirit, treat me as such

(I play w the dead, when you spill guts)

(Your no fun, Les make it fun, leave ya walkin w a crutch, fax)

(Hey, I'm m the saint, you should treat me as such)

(I don feel shit, buh ma bitch, greed, n lust)