Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sick, artist - Rico Love. Album song I Sin, in the genre СоулDate of issue: 18.02.2018
Record label: Box Chevy
Song language: English
Sick |
| I’m either cooking dope or selling dope |
| Come and get it if you lookin, I ain’t stretching though |
| Snowing on the bluff, I’m tryna catch a slope |
| Up under your house, tryna listen with a stethoscope |
| That gangsta shit, that ain’t the shit you ready for |
| How I’m coming with the drum and you would never know |
| I dress up like a woman and then let it go |
| Narco trafficante, cocaina come from Mexico |
| Double cups of the syrup, back to back, bad move |
| Matter fact shawty say she like my tattoos |
| I don’t smile, South side Baton Rouge, had it wild coming up |
| Didn’t happen over night, took a while coming up |
| So and so? |
| broke my jaw with the flash light |
| All because I ain’t want make my pockets look like bunny ears |
| Killed a nigga, broke and ran, piss running down my leg |
| Went and hid the gun behind Ms Connie house |
| Out my business, learnt how to keep my partners out |
| Sip ya tea pussy don’t know what you talkin bout |
| Fresh philly, with the line that rashad cut |
| Bought cars for my team now we all up |
| Get out of line with my team and we all bust |
| Cutting up bad, thumbin through the bands, Simon Miller pants, hanging off my |
| ass |
| 9 milli 38 don’t make me do the hammer dance |
| I’m either cooking dope or selling dope |
| Come and get it if you lookin, I ain’t stretching though |
| Snowing on the bluff, I’m tryna catch a slope |
| Up under your house, tryna listen with a stethoscope |
| That gangsta shit, that ain’t the shit you ready for |
| How I’m coming with the drum and you would never know |
| I dress up like a woman and then let it go |
| Narco trafficante, cocaina come from Mexico |
| Bricks to the South, Bito and Bryan |
| South 14 let the house gettin off |
| Redid the nova, shawty took it and then got lost on my nigga damn |
| Now I’m wishin I could talk to my nigga |
| Feds snatch Eazy, he should’ve ran |
| I wasn’t lucky I got picked up with the blam |
| Tell the Coroner if it wasn’t for they pussy ass boy from the start being loyal |
| but they wasn’t fam |
| Cocaine when it’s good it be jumping back |
| I’m getting 2 whole things tryna run a land |
| When its all out war, I don’t understand |
| Look a nigga in the eye if he under hand |
| Dump a rack, get em snatched like a fucking man |
| Hard to move by yourself lot of killer ants |
| Wishing I could turn back set of different hands |
| Nothing bigger than the B, I got different plans |
| I’m either cooking dope or selling dope |
| Come and get it if you lookin, I ain’t stretching though |
| Snowing on the bluff, I’m tryna catch a slope |
| Up under your house, tryna listen with a stethoscope |
| That gangsta shit, that ain’t the shit you ready for |
| How I’m coming with the drum and you would never know |
| I dress up like a woman and then let it go |
| Narco trafficante, cocaina come from Mexico |
| I ain’t running up a shift yard |
| 30 shots out the tec before it jam |
| Fist fought, live raw, diving in my bitch car |
| Shoulder and my lip caught hell on the pitch fork |
| What they doing? |
| Satan screaming «Kevin where you going?» |
| You don’t see all of these bad bitches I got for you |
| Want you to get that pussy raw and don’t have no abortion |
| Diggin in your pocket, court appointed, child support you |
| Spend all your money then go broke, you know I support you |
| Ride with that pistol police catch you, then gon adios you |
| Then I’ma laugh while you in jail and act like I don’t know you |
| Go rob that nigga over there, know he ain’t got it on em |
| Cars pulling up, supplying em while on the corner |
| Graduated to your own trap, somebody try you, fire, make them take a long nap |
| Aye, you graduated to your own trap? |
| Open fire nigga try, you take a long nap |
| I’m either cooking dope or selling dope |
| Come and get it if you lookin, I ain’t stretching though |
| Snowing on the bluff, I’m tryna catch a slope |
| Up under your house, tryna listen with a stethoscope |
| That gangsta shit, that ain’t the shit you ready for |
| How I’m coming with the drum and you would never know |
| I dress up like a woman and then let it go |
| Narco trafficante, cocaina come from Mexico |