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sick
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sick è stato pubblicato il 17 settembre 2026 da Isabelle Records come parte dell'album sick - Single
17 settembre 2026
EtichettaIsabelle Records
LinguaEnglish
BPM69
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

Pfft, uh-huh
Grrr, raghh, uh-huh
Mickey, ahh, duh, what
Izzie, yeah, okay (Yeah, okay)
I really could tell you the truth and be honest
But you couldn't handle it
Crazy, you talk about me
But the bitches you hang around don't even like you
They mannequin
Roll up a wood and get fried, she a Barbie
Just gave her some bread for the nails, said I'm scandalous
Parkin' outside the garage at the mall to cop me some new Rick
But I still be out gamblin'
Said I fell off, hear that shit all the time
It ain't new to me really 'cause I'm always back (What)
I gave my heart to a thot
Next time a bitch play with my feelings
She off of the map (Beat on that bitch)
You think this shit is a game
We gon' fuck around, hit a fatality, Mortal Kombat
**** fake and it's obvious
Textin' this ho, but she dry as a desert
I had to move on and swipe, then hit delete
I got rid of the chat
Damn, I'm sick, guess I gotta head to the stu' with a cold
I'm way too passionate about this shit
I just ran up a verse with a fuckin' sore throat
'Bout to sip on this tea, I might mix it with lean
I'm a bit of a fiend, it's a good way to cope
In LA with Elissa, just booked us a flight to Las Vegas
She keep tryna put me on vogue (Oh my God)
Fresh out the package, you know we live lavish
My hoes all about some new jewelry and fashion
I met up with seven white girls
And they all on my body like snow
They all said I'm the baddest
She pretty, I might just trick on this queen for real
Finna show her the ways of attraction
I was tryna be cool and collected
But told her she got a fat ass
She like, "Girl, you can have it," damn
I really could tell you the truth and be honest
But you couldn't handle it
Crazy, you talk about me
But the bitches you hang around don't even like you
They mannequin
Roll up a wood and get fried, she a Barbie
Just gave her some bread for the nails, said I'm scandalous
Parkin' outside the garage at the mall to cop me some new Rick
But I still be out gamblin'
Said I fell off, hear that shit all the time
It ain't new to me really 'cause I'm always back (What)
I gave my heart to a thot
Next time a bitch play with my feelings
She off of the map (Beat on that bitch)
You think this shit is a game
We gon' fuck around, hit a fatality, Mortal Kombat
**** fake and it's obvious
Textin' this ho, but she dry as a desert
I had to move on and swipe, then hit delete
I got rid of the chat (Yeah, come on, I had to tell these **** for real)
Abow, abow, abow, abow, abow
The hoe shaking ass, she keep sayin', "Abow"
Where the cash money at?
Bitch, I need it right now
Hit this ho from the back while I'm rollin' my loud
She keep talkin' back, girl, that shit not allowed
Get on the bed, ho, I'm tryna chow
I'm in that new whip, hunnid a mile
I'm in that new whip, takin' a trip
How you gon' feel when I empty the clip?
Young **** went and blew up in the stu'
Next day I had twenty K off the rip
Got blues in my pocket, I look like I'm Nip
Run on me, boy, I got it on my hip
Like Harrier, shoot a **** through the ship
Ain't no barrier, boy, your body gettin' flipped
I really could tell you the truth and be honest
But you couldn't handle it
Crazy, you talk about me
But the bitches you hang around don't even like you
They mannequin
Roll up a wood and get fried, she a Barbie
Just gave her some bread for the nails, said I'm scandalous
Parkin' outside the garage at the mall to cop me some new Rick
But I still be out gamblin'
Said I fell off, hear that shit all the time
It ain't new to me really 'cause I'm always back (What)
I gave my heart to a thot
Next time a bitch play with my feelings
She off of the map (Beat on that bitch)
You think this shit is a game
We gon' fuck around, hit a fatality, Mortal Kombat
**** fake and it's obvious
Textin' this ho, but she dry as a desert
I had to move on and swipe, then hit delete
I got rid of the chat
Shit, I'm still sick
I don't give a fuck
Purr, blah, ehehe, come on
Grrr, raghh
Ehehehehe, duh
Written by: Julia Anderson, Ronehl Mccullar
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