Sick Lyrics – Fitty
Singer: Fitty
Title: Sick
Yo hoe on my dick, ya
b#tch, I’m getting rich, ya
Drank, I’m getting sick, yuh
T-This ain’t beer I sip
New pack in, I make it flip
Cts-v, rocket ship
I-I get that nacho chip (Get that nacho chip, b#tch)
f#ck that hoe, she dumb as hell
Brand new pack in through the mail
He want cash boy, f#ck a Zelle (No)
He on the other side, Adele
I got a mac, I ain’t got a Dell
That boy a rat, he finna tell
If he want smoke, send him straight to hell
If he make it out alive
Beam on his head, ya, we aiming for his eye
If I miss, I take off legs
Smoke his pack, these ain’t no reds
Throwing bullets at his head
He ain’t knocked, there ain’t no res’ (He ain’t knocked)
Yo hoe on my dick, ya
b#tch, I’m getting rich, ya
Ya, ya
Yo hoe on my dick, ya
b#tch, I’m getting rich, ya
Drank, I’m getting sick, yuh
T-This ain’t beer I sip
New pack in, I make it flip
Cts-v, rocket ship
I-I get that nacho chip (Get that nacho chip, b#tch)
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