Wow Sick lyrics

[Intro: GREY]
Yeah, uh, oh, ugh
*cracks knuckles*
I get a lot of b*tches
Get a lot of b*tches
Yeah
I got the Beatles on a track now

[Paul McCartney]
Ay m8 wassup?

[GREY]
Sup Paul

[Verse 1: GREY]
I got a couple b*tches, everybody know that's on my wishlist
But it shouldn't be because I already got a lot, don't chu know?
And if you wanna f*ck with me, I'll show you all my luxury
That's pretty cool, but don't chu know? That's the cardinal rule
What I do? Doo waka doo waka doo waka doo
Your mom steps on my di*k without any shoes
Yeah, that's what I do– it ain't no fetish
She forces me to do it
And then I stay healthy by eating lettuce
That's the truth
I'm in the booth
That's what I do
Hey, hey, hey, hey
*guitar playing*
Stop playing the guitar dude!
What are you doing? Wow, yeah
I'm one of the best
Young money
Uh, yeah
I'm still one of the best, f*ck the rest
20 sexes with a couple b*tches
That's what I do every second of my life
So I'm gonna hand it over to my homie that's trife– Biggie Smalls!
To spit a couple bars
[Verse 2: Biggie Smalls]
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back
Talking about the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that hardcore
Appeal that you're screaming
Maybe I'm dreaming
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one
Caps, I got to peel some
To let n*ggas know
That if you f*ck with big-and-heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who - says me, the lyrical
n*ggas saying: "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!"