Correction Lyrics Sick of Cells by Houdini

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Whoo, whoo

Crodie sick of the cell
I'm wishin' him well
Tryna break down the bell
Hope nobody don't tell
Heart colder than February
Got some cros in the cemetery
VLONE in solitary
Jesus piece ain't for Mary
Crodie sick of the cell
I'm wishin' him well
Tryna break down the bell
Hope nobody don't tell
Heart colder than February
Got some cros in the cemetery
VLONE in solitary
Jesus piece ain't for Mary

D.O.A or the ambulance
Your lil' n***a ain't stand a chancе
Money comin' in by the grands
Designеr brands from France
Gang, gang
Most of these rappers, they broke
Most of these b*t*hes, they hoes
Bro' goin' dumb in the hole
All they be givin' is smoke
I got them bussin' in pairs
I think she swallowing my spirit
You rappin' and nobody cares
You cappin' and all of us hear it
Glock with a mop and I'm near it
And I got a Curry in from of me
Ain't no cappin' in hurry I let it be
Don't think she can't handle my energy
Ain't no cappin', I thought I be rappin' cause
I get exposed in a second, a minute
He bought a pack and then it finished
I get respect for my quickness
She like how a n***a be livin'
Condo's and the rent if i'm spendin'
Laughin' at n***as be trickin'
This for my life I'm livin'

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