Letra de sick - Nettspend

Hold on

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh

Yeah, yeah

Bitch, shut up, said I'm tryna make a motherfuckin' hit (Hit)

What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Yeah, go, go, go, go)

Ha, lookin' at my clip, I took a motherfucker shit

Got baguettes on my face (Uh-huh), got baguettes on my wrist (Yeah, I'm lit, woo)

Bitch, shut up, said I'm tryna make a motherfuckin' hit (Hit)

What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Yeah, go, go, go)

Ha, lookin' at my clip, I took a motherfucker shit

Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist (Yeah)

Got your main ho tellin' me, "Get it on, shit" (Shit, shit)

I'ma put you in your place, quit makin' me sick (Sick, yeah)

I'ma put you in your place, not my place, bitch, uh (Yeah, yeah)

SUV Ferrari, hit the dash so quick (Grr)

Spilled the cup twice in a row, I don't care, I'm lit (Yeah)

I got my Chrome on my belt, I got Chrome on a bitch

Uh-huh, I was in the A with that lil' thick shit (Shit, shit)

Uh, told you could pray if you want your rich tee

Told you you could pray if you pray for me

Uh, told you you could stay if you pray, pray, pray

Told you I don't wanna wait (What?), just wait, wait, wait (What?)

Get the fuck up out my way, don't wait, wait, wait (Yeah)

When the tracer hit your face, it's your date, date, date (Yeah)

What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Go, go, go)

Ha, lookin' at my clip, I took a motherfucker shit

Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist (Yeah, I'm lit, woo)

Bitch, shut up, said I'm tryna make a motherfuckin' hit (Hit)

What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Go, go, go)

Ha, lookin' at my clip, I took a motherfucker shit

Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist (Yeah, I'm lit)

When the tracer hit your face, it's your date, date, date

Huh, yeah, after we fuck, we could date, date, date

I done lost all my shades, close my eyes anyways

Said I really love the city, y'all cray, cray, cray

(Yeah, really love the city, I really love the city)

Downtown, baby, yeah, that's why my hair frizzy

In the two-seater, uh-huh, I'ma pick it up, hoes eat up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm puttin' 'em in flu season

Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm puttin' 'em in flu season

Yeah, yeah

I don't know who set me up (Slatt)

I don't know who set me up (Slatt)

And I don't know who set me up (Slatt)

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