$icK Lyrics

This perc got me sick sick sick sick sick sick sick

It's why I got drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

Gucci cane for my limp

Spending money on hoes like a pimp

She told me to floor my whip

But ion wanna crash this bitch

Bitch bih bih bitch ih itch

Bih bih bih bih bih bih bih bih bih bitch

I'm in the whip I'm swerving it off

In the whip with yo bitch she jerkin me off

She teaching me how to be a nasty slut

Balenci Givenchy I'm a classy slut

I get whatever I want

If I want Fendi store that's what I cop

I bought everything before it even drop

That's why they begging me to stop

But I know that Fendi Balenci Givenchy they love me

So that's why these bitches they all wanna fuck me

Don't call me hubby

I got a bitch in my life and she cuff me

I cost too much you cannot touch me

I met some controlling bitches they run me

They got my feelings all hurt like my stummy

So I can never get lean out my tummy

Cuz I've been sipping too much

But when I'm on the drank it give me a rush

And it makin me feel good about my past and my cuts

I need to catch me my past like the ash in my blunt

If you wouldn't mind bro would you pass me the blunt

Because I need to get a little buzz

I need to get high been through too much

But in the end

The demons they're all gonna leave from your head

No matter what got to fight till they're dead

That's what the demon in my closet said

Said said said said said said said said

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This perc got me sick sick sick sick sick sick sick

It's why I got drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

Gucci cane for my limp

Spending money on hoes like a pimp

She told me to floor my whip

But ion wanna crash this bitch

Bitch bih bih bitch ih itch

Bih bih bih bih bih bih bih bih bih bitch