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Album: Death Before Dishonor (2009)

Sick Shit

2010 youngin year, I'm on all you niggas shows
If ian fucked em already, I'm on all you niggas hoes
My money don't fold no more, it's credit card time
I can neva want fa shit but look, I steady hard grind
Ain no-

[talkin]

[Verse 1:]
2010 youngin year, I'm on all you niggas shows
If ian fucked em already, I'm on all you niggas hoes
My money don't fold no more, it's credit card time
I can neva want fa shit but look, I steady hard grind
Ain nobodi fuckin with me, except that nigga carter
Yo bouht it then bring it, that sick shit I bring it harder
Money fallin out my pocket drop sum bands in the toilet
Lambo, yellow piss, straight up out tha toilet
I think I need some water to clean my system
Keep playin with me and you gon be my victim
My bitch hollin ?? all day like nicki
And she ont kall it dick when she suckin she kall it dickie
I told you bouht me click, remember when they was poor?
Now they hit mans, I put my goons on yours
It's money ova bitches what my trill niggas holla
Still mobbin on em like do you got a problem

[Chorus:]
I got a sick click
I got a sick bitch
We doin sick shit
Errthanq sick
I got a sick click
I got a sick bitch
We doin sick shit
Errthanq sick
I got a sick click
I got a sick bitch
We doin sick shit
Errthanq sick
I got a sick click
I got a sick bitch
We doin sick shit
Errthanq sick

[Verse 2:]
Shit, now let me run it by my brother
Sick shit, if he ont shoot you he gon cut ya
Young niggas in charge rememba what my lil nigga said
Slipped on them boys dam, now det nigga dead
I'm jus coolin, gettin money, I'm a catch one
Put this on newborn yougin I'm a wet one
Niggas be rippin and talkin like youngin on some
But I'm a pass on they block and I'm a show em some
I fuck with bad hoes, neva fuck with sad hoes
Sike I keep it street, I let them hoes smash hoes
Grilled up, mouth fulla gold
You keep it gangsta live longer, jus don't break the code
Survival, I'm a finish
Trill fam represented
Gotta hold my label down nobodi want get the menace
Ain't tryna get a plaque wat the fuck a rapper rap fa?
Ain't tryna get no stacks? what the fuck a trappa trap fa

[Chorus:]
I got a sick click
I got a sick bitch
We doin sick shit
Errthanq sick
I got a sick click
I got a sick bitch
We doin sick shit
Errthanq sick
I got a sick click
I got a sick bitch
We doin sick shit
Errthanq sick
I got a sick click
I got a sick bitch
We doin sick shit
Errthanq sick


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