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Sick

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Sick adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak BbyMutha tarafından 25 Aralık 2018 tarihinde yayınlandıThe Bastard Tape, Vol. 1

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AlbümThe Bastard Tape, Vol. 1

Çıkış Tarihi25 Aralık 2018

FirmaBbyMutha

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM68

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

bbymutha

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Brittnee Moore

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Rock Floyd

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

[Intro]

(Listen, I'm outside the club)

(You disappeared, we're both wearing nails)

(I could barely call your ass)

(Oh, oh you just texted me, nevermind)

[Verse 1]

Yeah

[Verse 2]

Fuckin' with a bitch like me, never easy

Been around the block a couple times, ****'s greasy

That **** need me, I need a check, it ain't no secret

Give a **** 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 nothing but diamond

Cop a couple chains, put it in a ring

Now I'm flexin' on my fucking pain

I'm sorry for 'em, I'm so sentimental

Shoot you in yo' dental

Now my come up fuckin' with yo' mental

Own it, you's a rental

Mind your business, eat yo' fuckin' lentils

Check my damn credentials

You 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

[Verse 3]

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

I'm bout to piss these bitches off

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

I know I makes these bitches sick

[Verse 4]

Motherfuck that ****, 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 cause it's cute to

All that baby hair ain't worth a damn when **** 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 yo' ass now favors

I'm the truth and you a fable

Been that bitch, like fuck a label

I'm an artist not 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 still they mutha, fuck if they don't give a fuck about me

I gave my struggle to the public and they won'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

[Verse 5]

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

I'm bout to piss these bitches off

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

I know I makes these bitches sick

Written by: Brittnee Moore

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