Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sick of Cells, artist - Burna BandzDate of issue: 28.08.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sick of Cells |
| Crodie sick of the cell |
| I’m wishin' him well |
| Tryna break down the bell |
| Hope nobody don’t tell |
| Heart colder than February |
| Got some cros in the cemetery |
| VLONE in solitary |
| Jesus piece ain’t for Mary |
| Crodie sick of the cell |
| I’m wishin' him well |
| Tryna break down the bell |
| Hope nobody don’t tell |
| Heart colder than February |
| Got some cros in the cemetery |
| VLONE in solitary |
| Jesus piece ain’t for Mary |
| D.O.A or the ambulance |
| Your lil' nigga ain’t stand a chanc |
| Money comin' in by the grands |
| Designr brands from France |
| Gang, gang |
| Most of these rappers, they broke |
| Most of these bitches, they hoes |
| Bro' goin' dumb in the hole |
| All they be givin' is smoke |
| I got them bussin' in pairs |
| I think she swallowing my spirit |
| You rappin' and nobody cares |
| You cappin' and all of us hear it |
| Glock with a mop and I’m near it |
| And I got a Curry in from of me |
| Ain’t no cappin' in hurry I let it be |
| Don’t think she can’t handle my energy |
| Ain’t no cappin', I thought I be rappin' cause |
| I get exposed in a second, a minute |
| He bought a pack and then it finished |
| I get respect for my quickness |
| She like how a nigga be livin' |
| Condo’s and the rent if i’m spendin' |
| Laughin' at niggas be trickin' |
| This for my life I’m livin' |
| Crodie sick of the cell |
| I’m wishin' him well |
| Tryna break down the bell |
| Hope nobody don’t tell |
| Heart colder than February |
| Got some cros in the cemetery |
| VLONE in solitary |
| Jesus piece ain’t for Mary |
| Crodie sick of the cell |
| I’m wishin' him well |
| Tryna break down the bell |
| Hope nobody don’t tell |
| Heart colder than February |
| Got some cros in the cemetery |
| VLONE in solitary |
| Jesus piece ain’t for Mary |
| Cronem sick of them cell’s |
| I’m wishing him well |
| Bro fightin' the attempt |
| They keep denyin' him bail |
| Put a nigga in the cemetery |
| Don’t walk up to a wrong homie |
| Free GD, that’s big homie |
| Told Tallup «stay strong crodie» |
| Fiends callin' a lot |
| Drop dope in a pot |
| Them summers get hot |
| Better stay with that fire |
| Better stay of the wire |
| Feds raidin' the block |
| Got pain in my heart |
| Got grains in my Glock |
| Black mask, black gloves on me |
| I’m in and then I’m out neatly |
| These bitches wanna fuck on me |
| 'Cause I got a lotta racks on me |
| Three-five make 'em back off me |
| They don’t wanna no smoke, homie |
| Don’t pull up too quick |
| That’s how you get swished |
| Crodie sick of the cell |
| I’m wishin' him well |
| Tryna break down the bell |
| Hope nobody don’t tell |
| Heart colder than February |
| Got some cros in the cemetery |
| VLONE in solitary |
| Jesus piece ain’t for Mary |
| Crodie sick of the cell |
| I’m wishin' him well |
| Tryna break down the bell |
| Hope nobody don’t tell |
| Heart colder than February |
| Got some cros in the cemetery |
| VLONE in solitary |
| Jesus piece ain’t for Mary |