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CEO Trayle

Sick Of Me 2

 

Sick Of Me 2

(album: The Collection Vol. 2 - 2023)


(Icey, I'm so sick of you)
Yeah
Go

Yeah, Icey, they sick of me too
Went to sleep high off Percs and the shrooms
She was talking, got kicked out the room
Run up on Big Back B, I'ma screw
Miss the reaper, can't go to the tombs
It's expensive to get her, you lose
She was tryna suck my dick to the grooves
'Cause she know I'm not playing for poons
Backdoor, no stopping me
On a high-speed, I don't see 'em charging me
Conversate with this bitch, rock misogyny
Didn't say nothing, she went straight to massaging me
I'm not petty, put "grand" with the "larceny"
With her nigga, but she never far from me
She was crying 'bout giving her heart to me
But this bitch wasn't playing no part to me
And the dick got her crazy and stalking me
And her boyfriend be saying he chalking me
Get beat up, call my phone with the arguing
My name Bennett, not in it, stop calling me
I had jumped out the water, the shark in me
I'm the captain, lil' bitch, that's the Stark in me
Bend the corner, Maybach, ain't no parking me
I hopped out with that shit, now they target me
Opp get killed in the parking lot
Uh, .223 make him walk it out
It ain't shit for us to talk about
Bitch, is you tryna go Dior or not?
Debating on if I'm going to court or not
Yeah, my shooter had grew out the wicks like he from Florida now
She sucking dick, it was borderline
These bitches come 'cross the border now
Took his chain and they wore it 'round
Rest in peace to the bricks 'cause they tore it down
Chopped his body to pieces, it wasn't found
Keep my piece just like Reese's, it was around
They know me just for kicking the doors down
Drop the pack, ain't hide shit, this from Georgetown
You might catch me high-speeding in your town
Want the top, why she pulling her drawers down?
Say he arrogant and conceited
Once you master this shit, then it's easy
Uh, I come back to this bitch and repeat it
One of the G.O.A.T.s or the greatest, I see it
You don't know, then I make 'em believe it
Shot that boy, tossed the pipe, not to leave it
I was driving the car with no keys in
They say that boy was the murder one suspect
I'm like how did you know me even?
Sent thirty shots to that boy, he didn't dump back
Hit the 'net, now he talking 'bout "get even"
I don't send no condolences, what's that?
Pay the plug for my package, he rush that
Boy, they say I'm the usual suspect
And the stove was too hot, but I touched that
She just got that ass done, but I touched that
That bitch said that it hurt and she punched back
Put that boy in the dirt if he want that
I was shooting like Dirk and I run back
CEO, Mr. Backdoor, fuck that
Call me Trayle, I shoot first, I don't bust back
Throw that pussy too fast, I don't trust that
Put my feet on the gas, I ain't come back
Bitch

(Icey, I'm so sick of you)

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?