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rob green - sick (ft. spoat) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
sick of these n-gg-s man
trap mafia
god d-mn
rob green
hey

[chorus]
i’m sick (sick)
n-gg-s ain’t talking ’bout sh-t
all that sh-t you kick you need to quit
best believe i’ll pull up with a stick
let it hit
b-tch

i’m sick (sick)
cappin’ ’bout you trappin, you legit
say you make it happen, n-gg- quit
all that f-ck sh-t make me sick
i’m sick (sick)

[verse 1 – rob green]
you paid up on your taxes ho
what the f-ck is you actin’ fo?
why the f-ck is you rappin’ bout
trappin n-gg-, what you cappin fo’

whippin whippin up
n-gg- what the f-ck
only thing you whipping up is your daddy’s old truck

say you got the blow too
n-gg- we all know you
you the same n-gg-, you a lame n-gg-
downloaded pro tools

yeah i got em bruh got the profit up
yeah im poppin bruh like crisco
we shoppin bruh blew 8 racks
gottem dancin on me like a disco

wanna learn i’ll teach you how to get dough
g-ssed up like citgo
breaking bad like crystal
had her heisenburging through the n-o

in the latest sh-t, you hated it
wishin’ that you made it this
far n-gg-, i’m a star n-gg-
you a f-ck boy at large and

[chorus]
i’m sick (sick)
n-gg-s ain’t talking ’bout sh-t
all that sh-t you kick you need to quit
best believe i’ll pull up with a stick
let it hit
b-tch

i’m sick (sick)
cappin’ ’bout you trappin, you legit
say you make it happen, n-gg- quit
all that f-ck sh-t make me sick
i’m sick (sick)

[verse 2 – spoat]
yeah

i make moves like a break dancer
came up off of flipping grams
now i’m trying to get paid for flippin’ grammar
i don’t go nowhere without that f-cking hammer

you be poppin’ sh-t that you ain’t about
say you sold bricks, know it ain’t true
use to stash o’s in my locker room
use to make serves on my mongoose

little dirty n-gg- and i’m still wild
misfortunate as a step-child
that why i chase fortune can’t rest now
married to the money won’t break vowels

man this sh-t make me sick
all this mumble rap got me sick
why they d-ck riding this sh-t
but i can’t hate on you n-gg- get rich

ima do spoat and never gon’ switch
when i’m with rob g you know it’s gon’ hit
i ain’t got time to chase no b-tch
i’m just trying to yacht master my wrist

i keep it trucking on n-gg-s i blow the budget on n-gg-s
it seem like real don’t exist
all of this faking and frauding models is winning
rappers is slipping i swear

[chorus]
i’m sick (sick)
n-gg-s ain’t talking ’bout sh-t
all that sh-t you kick you need to quit
best believe i’ll pull up with a stick
let it hit
b-tch

i’m sick (sick)
cappin’ ’bout you trappin, you legit
say you make it happen, n-gg- quit
all that f-ck sh-t make me sick
i’m sick (sick)

- rob green

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