Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sickening , by - Trippie Redd. Release date: 20.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sickening |
| Mama hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah |
| I don’t feel too well, I don’t feel too well |
| I don’t feel too well, yeah |
| I don’t feel too well, I don’t feel too well |
| Pneumonia in my nails |
| I drip in Chanel |
| Underdog, gon' give 'em hell |
| Beat the pussy 'til it’s pale |
| Fuck her, make her yell |
| Countin' all this green, my kale |
| You got old bread, bitch, you stale |
| How you ridin' and you tell? |
| Everyone for themselves, man, this world so cold |
| And my wrist so cold, man, I’m sick, I got a cold |
| Need a fuckin' mink coat, yeah, huh |
| Pour me up a four like I got a strep throat |
| Huh, I don’t feel too well (Too well) |
| Rolex on me sick, it don’t feel too well (Too well) |
| If you gang, throw it up, we don’t feel too well (Feel too well) |
| Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don’t feel too well (Feel too well) |
| Mama hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah |
| I don’t feel too well, I don’t feel too well |
| I don’t feel too well, yeah |
| I don’t feel too well, I don’t feel too well (Lil' Tory) |
| I’m the shit, and no, it ain’t no biggie, ayy |
| Best believe it, bitch, this ain’t no Ripley |
| My shooters shootin', askin', «Is he dead?» |
| We left that boy the color Trippie dreads |
| All my dawgs rich as hell, yeah |
| Flip them bitches in the mail, yeah |
| Flip them bitches off the scale, yeah |
| Made a million, screaming, «Hell yeah» |
| Bad lil' bitch and she Brazilian |
| Took her out to eat Italian |
| Fucked your bitch and she should tell ya |
| Fucked your bitch and she said, «Hell yeah» |
| Fucked your bitch and she said, «Hell yeah» |
| Took the bitch into a newer lane |
| Shitted on your jeweler, new manure |
| How I do maneuver in the new Mulsanne |
| Popping on your bitch, I’m doing things |
| Popping on your bitch, I’m doing things |
| Got the red diamond shining, blue Range |
| I’ma pull up on him with his boo thang |
| Yeah, mine ringing, switching, switching colors on 'em, baby |
| But it’s not a mood ring |
| I done kept this shit hotter than Blue Flame |
| And these sucker niggas make my mood change |
| Cop all them niggas, they under me |
| They down to shoot when it come to me |
| That’s all I keep in my company |
| That’s all I keep in my company |
| Huh, I don’t feel too well (Too well) |
| Rolex on me sick, it don’t feel too well (Too well) |
| If you gang, throw it up, we don’t feel too well (Feel too well) |
| Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don’t feel too well (Feel too well) |
| Mama hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah |
| I don’t feel too well, I don’t feel too well |
| I don’t feel too well, yeah |
| I don’t feel too well, I don’t feel too well |