| I’m sick of these lying ass niggas, crying ass niggas
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| Saying you the plug, ain’t nobody buying nigga
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| I’m sick of these fake ass niggas, hating ass niggas
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| Claiming you a goon, you a shaky ass nigga
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| Pussy buying ass nigga, lying ass nigga
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| You marry the ho, and you the side nigga
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| I’m sick of these broke ass niggas, joke ass niggas
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| Lemme hold something, shut up you po' nigga
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| I’m sick of these so called hustlas
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| Claiming they chasing commas
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| Showing all yo whips on vine
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| But you still shacking up with yo momma
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| Run yo mouth when you up with yo partners
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| Pussy nigga never been the shotta
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| When I hit you with the semi, you gon' think
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| that he was coming through the twitter how they screaming who shot ya
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| Plenty loot
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| Car full of goons, serving bullet wounds
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| My young nigga shoot
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| Rob yo main bitch for them Jimmy Choos
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| Who ya tryna fool
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| Chill with the act, my nigga be you
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| Strapped in yo Instagram pics but that don’t mean shit, what’s a gun if it
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| ain’t being used
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| Lurking on these streets, in these traps
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| Niggas better be strapped
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| Niggas out here plotting on ya, be prepared to dump back
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| Whoop a nigga, gotta murk em payback it’s closed curtains
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| Yeen bout that life, my nigga hollow points’ll have your soul searching
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| All this cash, ain’t counterfeit
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| But some of you niggas act counterfeit
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| Nigga you ain’t never put in work, and quit lying ya ain’t never seen pounds of
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| it
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| Tired of the bullshit talking
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| Knowing it isn’t really but you claiming that ya balling
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| Tried to take mine, choppa get it straight like orthodontists
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| I check these niggas like direct deposits
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| You ain’t know that’s how it is out here
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| Blood sweats and tears out here
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| You don’t know how it feels out here
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| Pussy nigga you can get killed out here
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| My nigga that’s how it goes
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| We so cut throat for the dope
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| Moving work in the hood, but ya never know
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| Caught a nigga with the salt, thought that shit was blow
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| Niggas kept ending the discussion, don’t wanna talk
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| Hit em with the choppa, make em do somersault
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| Hit em with the sack, and nah ain’t no running off
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| Everyday that bullet touching is coming off
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| APB, they be looking for them all mothafucking day
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| Homicide unit, said must be foul, mothafucking play |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Sicka , by - Juicy J. Song from the album Blue Dream & Lean 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп