Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Geluid


Koppel


Moeilijkheidsgraad


Accent



interfacetaal

nl

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie beleid   |   Steun   |   FAQ
1
registreren / inloggen
Lyrkit

doneren

5$

Lyrkit

doneren

10$

Lyrkit

doneren

20$

Lyrkit

En/of steun mij op sociaal gebied. netwerken:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Brotha Lynch Hung

Sicc Sence

 

Sicc Sence

(album: Torment - 2019)


Somebody told my mom I been taking all her pills
Running out the room high, tryna get a fix, that's how I kill
Nigga, I don't give a fuck when I'm in the truck
After I fuck, see 'em in a month
Put 'em in a pot and I eat 'em up, never get caught
See, I come harder than John Holmes
I'm a cyclone, typhoon in the right mood
If you ever seen a nigga get hit twenty-four times in the back room
Click-clack, boom, I'ma get a nigga hot, though
For the cheese and the nachos, shout out to all my vatos
And my senorita, I singed the meter, I'm never beat up in this
Sometimes niggas think that everybody gonna get famous
Some motherfuckers ain't, though, some niggas ain't got it
Some niggas try hard for years and never put out the product
I got a sicc sense

Everybody like, "Damn, nigga, why you stay gone so long?"
I was tryna get money, nigga, didn't even have a home
Living in hotels and drinking everything out the fridge, though
Nah, nigga, it was bad, couldn't even write to my wife, I did, though
Still spend like ten grand a month just to have shelter
I was so sick in the head I had to feel helter skelter
Felt real dead, real broke, real mad, for real, loc
Ready to put on a black coat, run in the house and cut throat
Gun in your mouth, I smell dope, run in the south, I'm lyrical
Well, here it go, pull out the chopper and pop you and knock the steel off
Some motherfuckers ain't, though, some niggas ain't got it
Some niggas try hard for years and never put out the product
I got a sicc sense

I got a sicc sense, grr
I got a sicc sense
Nigga, I got a sicc sense
Grr
Jomeezious on the beat
Sicc sense

klaar

Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?