paroles de chanson Sick (Remix) - BIGBABYGUCCI , 2KBABY
Ayy,
I'm
sick,
sick,
sick,
sick,
sick,
sick,
throw
up
My
money
sittin'
two
feet
on
a
bitch,
I
remember
she
told
me
to
grow
up
I
got
a
drop,
I
came
in
through
private,
I
don't
want
nobody
to
know
us
Pussy
so
good,
I
leave
her
a
thousand
'cause
I'm
feelin'
like
that
I
owe
her
C-c-catch
me
in
one
of
the
stores
My
bitch
is
bad,
she
belong
in
bazaar
I
got
the
option
to
hit
you
from
far
Switchin'
directions,
I
move
like
a
shark
I
gotta
keep
it
business,
hate
when
niggas
try
to
make
decisions
with
they
lil'
heart
Shit,
I
almost
died,
damn,
went
and
got
some
money
Got
the
same
story
as
Tony
Stark
Pop
me
a
Perc',
that's
a
remedy
I
don't
usually
promote
all
these
drugs
to
the
kids
But
fuck
it,
the
real
ones
be
feelin'
me
We
ain't
sendin'
no
shots
at
his
house,
we
gon'
pull
up
and
look
in
the
eyes
of
my
enemy
How
it
feel
when
we
open
yo'
chest
with
these
hollow
tips?
Swear
that
these
guns
play
symphonies
Boy,
I
step
on
that
cup
with
that
forty-four
but
I
be
ballin'
like
Jordan
in
twenty-three
She
want
diamonds,
I
make
her
say,
"Pretty
please"
Ain't
no
tellin'
what
these
little
bitches
be
(Yeah)
Fuck
her
once,
she
ain't
leavin'
here
for
a
week
Sent
her
off,
I
might
never
go
see
the
freak
(Oh)
Switch
her
off,
she
gon'
fuck
on
big
GUCCI
She
fuck
on
2K,
man,
you
know
how
these
bitches
(Ooh,
oh,
yeah,
yeah)
I
got
a
thick,
sick,
icky
lil'
bitch
I
swear,
she
treat
me
like
God
(God)
She
eat
the
dick,
she
gon'
get
to
it
quick
She
gon'
play
a
few
tricks
with
my
balls
(Balls)
I
got
the
clique
lit,
we
all
in
them
licks
We
pull
up,
don't
know
who
the
star
(Star)
I
got
that
shit,
I
ain't
talkin'
'bout
[?]
but
these
bitches
in
love
with
the
[?]
Bitches
in
love
with
the
cars
(Cars)
Swear,
all
these
bitches
in
love
'bout
the
mob
(Mob)
Mixin'
the
cup
with
the
box
(Box)
We
just
go
up
and
they
fucked
on
the
squad
I
shoot
shit
up
if
you
turn
to
me
Boy,
don't
die
by
that
bitch,
she
gon'
get
you
in
shit
You
ain't
fit
for
this
shit,
how
it's
finna
be
Man,
I
hate
have
to
kill
me
a
mini-me
I
been
lost
up,
and
niggas
that's
kin
to
me
Uh,
and
nah,
that
y'all
enemy
Watch
my
friends
'cause
I
got
all
my
enemies
I
just
spin
'cause
I
got
me
some
plenty
B
I
told
you,
I
got
a
thick,
sick,
icky
lil'
bitch
I
swear,
she
treat
me
like
God
(God)
She
eat
the
dick,
she
gon'
get
to
it
quick
She
gon'
play
a
few
tricks
with
my
balls
(Balls)
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