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bbymutha – SICK lyrics
[Verse 1]
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, you 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 nothin 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
Fuck 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
Hook:
SICK! SICK! SICK! SICK!
SICK! SICK! SICK!
I know i make these bitches sick
SICK! SICK! SICK! SICK!
SICK! SICK! SICK!
I'm bout to piss these bitches off
[Verse 2]
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 cuz it’s cute to
All that baby hair ain’t worth a damn when niggas shoot you
Bitches wanna see me in the slammer
They don’t bother me
I don’t beef for free, you wanna 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 an 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 sill 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
Hook
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, you 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 nothin 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
Fuck 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
Hook:
SICK! SICK! SICK! SICK!
SICK! SICK! SICK!
I know i make these bitches sick
SICK! SICK! SICK! SICK!
SICK! SICK! SICK!
I'm bout to piss these bitches off
[Verse 2]
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 cuz it’s cute to
All that baby hair ain’t worth a damn when niggas shoot you
Bitches wanna see me in the slammer
They don’t bother me
I don’t beef for free, you wanna 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 an 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 sill 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
Hook
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