Bbymutha - Sick текст песни

Текст песни Sick - Bbymutha



Listen, I'm outside the club, you disappeared
We're both wearing nails, I could barely call your ass
Oh, oh, you just texted me, never mind
Yeah, fucking with a bitch like me never easy
Been around the block a couple times, niggas greasy
That nigga need me, I need a check, it ain't no secret
Give a nigga Hell, he give me neck, bitch, we even
Priceless, candy coated ice wrist
Crack a hater teeth who can't compete, I'm not a nice bitch
I ain't tryna kick it with you bitches, y'all some amateurs
I'm a solid bitch, I handle pussies like a bachelor
Pressure don't make nothing but a diamond, cop a couple chains
Put it in a ring, now I'm flexing on my fucking pain
I'm sorry for 'em, I'm so sentimental, shoot you in your dental
Know my come up fuckin' with your mental, own it, you's a rental
Mind your business, eat your fucking lentils, check my damn credentials
You a hater bitch with no potential
The coldest winter, grab a sweater, baby, bundle up
I been way too nice, but now it's time for me to run it up
I'm 'bout to piss these bitches off
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
I'm 'bout to piss these bitches off
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
I know I make these bitches sick
Mutha, fuck that nigga, he gon' leave you for a yellow bitch
She gon' fuck his credit and his life up, I could never trip
Bitches love to play in my aesthetic 'cause it's cute to
All that baby hair ain't worth a damn when niggas shoot you
Bitches want to see me in the slammer, they don't bother me
I don't beef for free, you want to smoke me? Pay the booking fee
You want me to fail, bitch, I can't do your ass no favors
I'm the truth and you a fable, been that bitch like fuck a label
I'm a artist, not a piece of paper
You hate me now but, on my life, that bitch gon' love me later
I'm necessary for the culture, they can't run without me
I'm still they mutha, fuck if they don't give a fuck about me
I gave my struggle to the public and they ain't respect it
If I was naked with a 30 inch, they'd label me the realest bitch
I'm in this bitch, my kids all in the cut, they posted up like they on gang shit
And all I make is fucking hits
I'm 'bout to piss these bitches off
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
I'm 'bout to piss these bitches off
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
I know I make these bitches sick



Авторы: Brittnee Moore


Bbymutha - The Bastard Tape, Vol. 1
Альбом The Bastard Tape, Vol. 1
дата релиза
25-12-2018




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