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Juicy J

I'm Sicka

 

I'm Sicka

(album: Blue Dream & Lean 2 - 2015)


[Hook:]
I'm sick of these lying ass niggas, crying ass niggas
Saying you the plug, ain't nobody buying nigga
I'm sick of these fake ass niggas, hating ass niggas
Claiming you a goon, you a shaky ass nigga
Pussy buying ass nigga, lying ass nigga
You marry the ho, and you the side nigga
I'm sick of these broke ass niggas, joke ass niggas
Lemme hold something, shut up you broke nigga

I'm sick of these so called hustlas
Claiming they chasing commas
Showing all yo whips on vine
But you still shocking up with yo momma
Run yo mouth when you up with yo partners
Pussy nigga never been the shotta
When I hit you with the semi, you gon' think that he was coming through the twitter how they screaming who shot ya
Plenty loot
Car full of goons, serving bullet wounds
My young nigga shoot
Rob yo main bitch for them Jimmy Choos
Who ya tryna fool
Chill with the act, my nigga be you
Strapped on yo Instagram peace but that don't mean shit, once a gun that ain't even been used
Lurking on these streets, in these traps
Niggas better be strapped
Niggas out here plotting on ya, be prepared to duck back
Whoop a nigga, gotta murk em pay [?] curtains
Ya ain't bout that life, my nigga [?]

[Hook]

All this cash, ain't counterfeit
But some of you niggas act counterfeit
Nigga you ain't never put in work, and quit lying ya ain't never seen pounds of it
Tired of the bullshit talking
Knowing it isn't really but you claiming that ya balling
Tried to take mine, choppa get it straight like orthodontists
I check these niggas like direct deposits
You ain't know that's how it is out here
Blood sweats and tears out here
You don't know how it feels out here
Pussy nigga you can get killed out here
My nigga that's how it goes
We so cut throat for the dope
Moving work in the hood, but ya never know
Caught a nigga with the salt, then [?] blow
Niggas kept ending the discussion, don't wanna talk
Hit em with the choppa, make em do somersault
Hit em with the sack, and nah ain't no running off
Everyday [?]
APB, they be looking for them all mothafucking day
Homicide unit, said must be foul, mothafucking play

[Hook]

done

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