Sympathy lyrics

by

Chuckyy



[Chorus]
Uh, super futuristic, uh
Chuckyy f*ck all the b*tches
We still spin out Honda Civics, uh
First n*gga we catch, gon' blitz 'em, uh (Rrah)
Oh, that's your b*tch? I hit her (Rrah)
Mom can't give her son no kisses, uh (Rrah)
We can't show no sympathy, we lost sh*t in the trenches, uh

[Verse]
But I ain't lose none of my n*ggas, I only lose them to the system
I got two APs on me right now, my left pocket all blues
Oh, that's your b*tch? She choosin', I like her too, so make room
She told me, I'm that dude, I say, "You know you that girl"
f*ck that passport, we can go fly to the 'Raq, step in my world
Micro Dracy, all these buttons and the truck BP, we thorough
Fly to L.A. when I'm overstimulated, this sh*t rеal (Real)
Muscle memory, I just gotta focus up
I do shows in Italy, AV said, "Run my tokеns up"
I had a long day at work, I got back home and tore her up
Yeah, you know I broke her up
She can't breathe 'cause I'm chokin' her out
KRISS Vec' keep pokin' on my tummy, in the bank, I got it under my arm

[Chorus]
Super futuristic, uh
Chuckyy f*ck all the b*tches
We still spin out Honda Civics, uh
First n*gga we catch, we gon' blitz 'em, uh (Rrah)
Oh, that's your b*tch? I hit her (Rrah)
Mom can't give her son no kisses, uh (Rrah, rrah)
We can't show no sympathy, we lost sh*t in the trenches
[Outro]
Mind over matter
Mind over matter
Mind over matter
We can't show no sympathy
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