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attacotti - +sick+ كلمات الأغنية

[intro]

(jeehjuh)

(yeah)

attacotti!

[chorus]

i’m f_cking sick, (brrrrd) i’m f_cking sick (yeah)
i’m sick of all these f_cking b_tches f_cking up my sh_t
i’m f_cking sick, i’m f_cking sick (yeah)
i’m sick of all these f_cking b_tches f_cking up my sh_t

i’m f_cking sick, (i’m f_cking sick) i’m f_cking sick
i’m sick of all these f_cking b_tches f_cking up my sh_t (ay)
i’m f_cking sick, i’m f_cking sick (yeah)
i’m sick of all these f_cking b_tches f_cking up my sh_t (what?)

[verse 1]

i’m sick and f_cking spewing raps like vomit on the track
my mind spins to the rythmn, and it’s f_cking up my back
i relapse, and collapse when there’s rappers acting back
i’ma snap these b_tches out it, let ’em dry out on the rack! (yeah!)

when i attack, i get as sick as all the diamonds on my wrist (brrd)
with a fl!ck i smack a b_tch just like a f_cking exorcist (yeah)
it’s been haunting me, i know if i get to getting rich
they’ll be right back up my ass just like a motherf_cking itch

so i keep on rolling, papers stacking up, my pile’s growing
i’ve been showing everbody, and they know it’s from my flowing
when i go, in i keep blowing icy rhymes like it is snowing
the more you get, the more you go and and like lindsay lohan

so i’m moving and just cruising over beats that i keep brewing
rhymes and lines for me to use, when i keep on f_cking doing (yeah)
what i’m doing, got the moves and got the clues for you to clue in
but y’all bring up sh_t to chew on while i move on to pursuing

[chorus]

i’m f_cking sick, i’m f_cking sick
i’m sick of all these f_cking b_tches f_cking up my sh_t
i’m f_cking sick, i’m f_cking sick
i’m sick of all these f_cking b_tches f_cking up my sh_t (yeahh)

i’m f_cking sick, i’m f_cking sick (brrrd)
i’m sick of all these f_cking b_tches f_cking up my sh_t (ay)
i’m f_cking sick, i’m f_cking sick (yeah)
i’m sick of all these f_cking b_tches f_cking up my sh_t (skrt skrt skrt)

[verse 2]

ooh, i’m f_cking cold, like the ice cream with the toppins in
turn a track to snow, 80 below when i be droppin in
k!llin’ everybody, drop their bodies in the coffin, then
spit sick on the mic like it’s a napkin i’ve been coughing in (cough)

been looking around me, i see b_tches throwing hissy fits
motherf_cker next to me, showing off all the bits he gets
turn up my radio and i’m out here blasting sh_tty hits
am i the only one seeing all of these f_cking idiots?

d_mn, just try to pull your sh_t together (god)
got no f_cking money but i still can do it better (brrrd brrrd)
swing, batter batter, you ain’t scoring sh_t tonight, homie, (pow!)
i leave you face down with a warning, we gon’ fight, homie (yeah)

so leave your lights on if you think you gon’ keep pumping jams
i’ll blow up quicker than a load of bombs we dumped on ‘nam
sh_t i’m the man, you can catch me if you can
well i pull off in a van doin’ it better than your band!

[outro]

(brrrrah)

i’m the sh_t, i’m the sh_t (brrrah!)
i’m the sh_t, and all these b_tches can just suck my d_ck! (yah yah yah!)

i’m the sh_t, i’m the sh_t, (brrrrd)
i’m the sh_t, and all these b_tches can just suck my d_ck! (skrt skrt skrt)

i’m the sh_t, i’m the sh_t (brrd!)
i’m the sh_t, and all these b_tches can just suck my d_ck (yeah)

i’m the sh_t, i’m the sh_t (woo!)
i’m the sh_t and all these b_tches can just suck my d_ck (brrd)

(gunshot)

- attacotti

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