Sick Songtext
von Natasha Mosley

You niggas aint got no money

I see you pull up in a rental tired of all that flexing need alitte more fenessing

Say you got all that money but that bullshit aint impressing

Yall broke niggas make me sick yall niggas aint talking about nothing

In here throwing rent money chill boy you aint even counting 6 hunnid
A circle full of broke niggas talking bout money man this shit so funny
What you talking bout
Who you talking to
What you saying nigga nah real niggas make me sick

Broke niggas make me sick
Broke niggas make me sick
Broke niggas make me sick
Broke niggas make me sick
Broke niggas make me sick
Broke niggas make me sick
Broke niggas make me sick
Broke niggas make me sick


That gucci pot to in line
Need to save your money and stop getting high
You need to stop feeling those nickels and dimes
Im on that 2k and you playing like likee

Yall litte boys looking like something
Me ands my girls go realer

Yall aint even in the jungle with the lions and the when they kill us

Real bitch recognize realer

Chop a weed code down scream timber

Chicks these days dont feel em
And im stunting doing wheelies like a cala sucking ninga
Yall broke niggas make me sick yall niggas aint talking about nothing chill boy you counting rent money aint even counting 600

A circle full of broke niggas talking money man this shit so funny

What you talking bout
Who you talking to
What you saying nigga nah broke niggas make me sick


Broke niggas make me sick
Broke niggas make me sick
Broke niggas make me sick
Broke niggas make me sick
Broke niggas make me sick
Broke niggas make me sick
Broke niggas make me sick
Broke niggas make me sick

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