The Boys - sick | Lyrics

Ayy, it's DubDaddy on the track
Not a rapper but I thought I'd have a crack
Another song, another bar, another stack
We keep coming back, now we're picking up the slack
Get laid, get payed, Gatorade
Trigger treat sweet but can't beat the blade
It's Halloween bitch, it's time to get made
Better lock up or you're gonna get slayed

Ayy, The Boys are coming in
Got lit last night, I'm the Cherry Gin
Smoking gas, eating ass, not committing sin
We're going large like Amy Schumer's second chin
Hey everybody, my name is JoshDub
When I don't do crime, I talk shit at the club
I like Corona, no lime, and having a tug
I get my bread, no crust, cause you know I'm a thug

It's Halloween, my girl cooking clean
Doing flips in the sheets, call that trick and treat
In the back of a Bentley and we got on rings
Riding in the streets, shouting scary things
The Boys in town and we hunting clowns
Couple kings with a couple crowns
Scaring kids while we're blowing clouds
It's Mully in the back and your bitch is getting plowed

Smoky and cold on this dreadful night
But we got some beauties in our sight
We love the shadows, and fear the light
But we'll steal your girl with one quick bite
On Halloween, you can hear many sounds
Some screaming, some crying in the background
But if I see some kind of creepy clown
Oh you better believe it's going down

All the witches they be on me, with glee
When I walk up in the room it's a party
Got no reflection but there's one thing you can see
Our competition running scared as they should be
Never giving out our secrets so like (hush, hush, hush)
Wiping away all the haters like a (brush, brush, brush)
We be stealing all your candy in a (rush, rush, rush)
Dropping songs and videos that always ([?])

Got these demons in my head overwhelming me with fear and dread (dread, dread, dread)
Screaming in my bed, keep me grinding till' I'm dead (dead, dead, dead)
Spirits in my mind come and visit me from time to time (time to time, time, time)
People say I'm sick but I swear to God I'm fine (I'm fine, I'm fine)

Trick or Treat, excuse me, what the fuck is this
Candy corn [?] Hershey Kiss
Que no sabes que me dicen "El Mexorcist"
If you don't know who I am then I'll tell you what it is
Got a blanket to protect me, and a wooden cross
I sprinkle holy water to show demons who's boss
I make videos to scare all the kiddos
And I'll exercise your Tía with a bag of hot cheetos
I shook Freddy Krueger's hand
[?]
Made Pennywise feel two and gave Huggy Wuggy a hug
I got good at hide and seek, you can always ask the Fed
I put poison in your goat, now that chupa cabra's dead
I live in the States, born in Monterrey
Got a gringa by my side, she can cook some frijoles
I crossed the border and la migra said "Hey"
"Come on down, but you just can't stay"
Running and hiding and working and fighting
You don't got the papers to even be trying
To say it was [?] then I would be lying
Soy un imigrante con un gran corazón
Empecé recogiendo la basura de tu escalón
Y ahora ocupo la pantalla de tu habitación
Hasta parece que yo tomo gasolina
Te incendio con mi rap, es los pura adrenalina
Mi tierra, la extraño, nunca [?] olvidar mi casa
Un saludo para todos mis latinos y mis raza!

Now gimme the Reese's Cup, bitch


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