paroles de chanson Sick! - Yetti , YN Hollywood

Hey,hey, yea, hey, hey yea
Hey
YN
Hollywood
Yea
Hey
Hey yea yea
Hey

I made yo bitch drop to her knees and pray and beg for ya boy
I got a lot of niggas hating wishing death on ya boy
I look just like a walking lick, it's so many racks on da boy
And I got too many bad bitches and they keep on stressing ya boy
I don't even much play with pussy niggas
I just play with they bitch
I don't waste no time on petty drama
No I can't with no Patek
I spend all my time tryna get rich
Hey, I'm just tryna make all them boys sick

I might just make lil shawty ride me like a Porsche
I don't want no love because that money more important
We could try and make love but I'm just fucking for the sport
And a nigga shooting way up top I'ma Rockstar like Lil Uzi Vert
Who else on top I don't see ya
I would hate me too would'nt wanna be ya
Shit so sick they might catch gonorrhea
Came a long way from being on the bleachers
Turned my L's to my lessons, my teachers
Hey, I swear once that money come it turn all these bitches to leeches
That why I just put em on leashes

I made yo bitch drop to her knees and pray and beg for ya boy
I got a lot of niggas hating wishing death on ya boy
I look just like a walking lick, it's so many racks on da boy
And I got too many bad bitches and they keep on stressing ya boy
I don't even much play with pussy niggas
I just play with they bitch
I don't waste no time on petty drama
No I can't with no Patek
I spend all my time tryna get rich
Hey, I'm just tryna make all them boys sick

Ima drip my bitch in baguette diamonds ya she bussin
I fuck a check up then i verify that pussy
I got these niggas hating on me cuz they know I'm da shittt
I know ya main bitch wanna nigga like me, that's why ya sickk
Drop out put em all in a box
I'ma pop out for my woadie get
Knocked
Lock out issa threat to a op, yea
Ima rock
Yea
Fuck up da bigger homie cuz dat Yetti a bigger homie
I got nobody I'm rolling da richard homie all my time is elapse
Twelve o clock get ya whacked

I made yo bitch drop to her knees and pray and beg for ya boy
I got a lot of niggas hating wishing death on ya boy
I look just like a walking lick, it's so many racks on da boy
And I got too many bad bitches and they keep on stressing ya boy
I don't even much play with pussy niggas
I just play with they bitch
I don't waste no time on petty drama
No I can't with no Patek
I spend all my time tryna get rich
Hey, I'm just tryna make all them boys sick