Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Sicka, artist - Juiceman. Date of issue: 09.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Sicka |
| I’m sick of these lying ass niggas, crying ass niggas |
| Saying you the plug, ain’t nobody buying nigga |
| I’m sick of these fake ass niggas, hating ass niggas |
| Claiming you a goon, you a shaky ass nigga |
| Pussy buying ass nigga, lying ass nigga |
| You marry the ho, and you the side nigga |
| I’m sick of these broke ass niggas, joke ass niggas |
| Lemme hold something, shut up you po' nigga |
| I’m sick of these so called hustlas |
| Claiming they chasing commas |
| Showing all yo whips on vine |
| But you still shacking up with yo momma |
| Run yo mouth when you up with yo partners |
| Pussy nigga never been the shotta |
| When I hit you with the semi, you gon' think |
| that he was coming through the twitter how they screaming who shot ya |
| Plenty loot |
| Car full of goons, serving bullet wounds |
| My young nigga shoot |
| Rob yo main bitch for them Jimmy Choos |
| Who ya tryna fool |
| Chill with the act, my nigga be you |
| Strapped in yo Instagram pics but that don’t mean shit, what’s a gun if it |
| ain’t being used |
| Lurking on these streets, in these traps |
| Niggas better be strapped |
| Niggas out here plotting on ya, be prepared to dump back |
| Whoop a nigga, gotta murk em payback it’s closed curtains |
| Yeen bout that life, my nigga hollow points’ll have your soul searching |
| All this cash, ain’t counterfeit |
| But some of you niggas act counterfeit |
| Nigga you ain’t never put in work, and quit lying ya ain’t never seen pounds of |
| it |
| Tired of the bullshit talking |
| Knowing it isn’t really but you claiming that ya balling |
| Tried to take mine, choppa get it straight like orthodontists |
| I check these niggas like direct deposits |
| You ain’t know that’s how it is out here |
| Blood sweats and tears out here |
| You don’t know how it feels out here |
| Pussy nigga you can get killed out here |
| My nigga that’s how it goes |
| We so cut throat for the dope |
| Moving work in the hood, but ya never know |
| Caught a nigga with the salt, thought that shit was blow |
| Niggas kept ending the discussion, don’t wanna talk |
| Hit em with the choppa, make em do somersault |
| Hit em with the sack, and nah ain’t no running off |
| Everyday that bullet touching is coming off |
| APB, they be looking for them all mothafucking day |
| Homicide unit, said must be foul, mothafucking play |