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bigbabygucci & 2kbaby - sick (remix) lyrics
[chorus: bigbabygucci]
ayy, i’m sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, throw up
my money sittin’ two feet on a b_tch, i remember she told me to grow up
i got a drop, i came in through private, i don’t want n0body to know us
p_ssy so good, i leave her a thousand ’cause i’m feelin’ like that i owe her
[verse 1: bigbabygucci & 2kbaby]
c_c_catch me in one of the stores
my b_tch 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 n_ggas try to make decisions with they lil’ heart
sh_t, i almost died, d_mn, went and got some money
got the same story as tony stark
pop me a perc’, that’s a remedy
i don’t usually promotе all these drugs to the kids
but f_ck it, thе 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 b_tches be (yeah)
f_ck her once, she ain’t leavin’ here for a week
[bridge: 2kbaby & bigbabygucci]
sent her off, i might never go see the freak (oh)
switch her off, she gon’ f_ck on big gucci
she f_ck on 2k, man, you know how these b_tches (ooh, oh, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: 2kbaby]
i got a thick, sick, icky lil’ b_tch
i swear, she treat me like god (god)
she eat the d_ck, she gon’ get to it quick
she gon’ play a few tricks with my b_lls (b_lls)
i got the clique lit, we all in them l!cks
we pull up, don’t know who the star (star)
i got that sh_t, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout [?] but these b_tches in love with the [?]
b_tches in love with the cars (cars)
swear, all these b_tches in love ’bout the mob (mob)
mixin’ the cup with the box (box)
we just go up and they f_cked on the squad
i shoot sh_t up if you turn to me
boy, don’t die by that b_tch, she gon’ get you in sh_t
you ain’t fit for this sh_t, how it’s finna be
man, i hate have to k!ll me a mini_me
i been lost up, and n_ggas 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’ b_tch
i swear, she treat me like god (god)
she eat the d_ck, she gon’ get to it quick
she gon’ play a few tricks with my b_lls (b_lls)
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