A$AP MOB Feat. A$AP Lotto - Illness | Текст песни

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• Illness

[Hook ×2]
I got an illness, I'm fucking sick
To pay the rent, all I do is chip the brick
We ain't talking pussy when we saying lick
And we got that weight, we ain't got them mix

[Verse 1]
Just read up, got them Marleys too
Talking, flippin', never seen what Marleys do
That was like crack back in '82
Tracks be selling, just like Tha Carter II
Got these bitches cooking like a barbecue
Why ill, I'm the sour goo
Got more green than Mountain Dew
But the come up, tryna make a power move
I never snooze, I'm on [???]
Young niggas say ya'll rappers ya'll can't move
Understand mode, no co-sign
Got my foot in the game; I'm at the goal line

[Hook ×2]
I got an illness, I'm fucking sick
To pay the rent, all I do is chip the brick
We ain't talking pussy when we saying lit
And we got that weight, we ain't got them mix

[Verse 2]
Quarterback them sevens like I'm Michael Vick
Smooth criminal, Ima get a part of it
Highly blessed, never stressed
If she sling till the crib; then you know the rest
All the Js be retro, sunny bitches can't let go
I don't speak that Spanish, but I'm smoking on that petro
Got two folds nigga gotta keep a metro
She might be with you daily, but she know who's best though
Got that cannabis from Colorado or the West Coast
I don't need that pussy but I'm cracking for that head though
We do this everyday, you waited for that pay day
Young niggas; money team, something like Ray J

[Hook ×2]
I got an illness, I'm fucking sick
To pay the rent, all I do is chip the brick
We ain't talking pussy when we saying lit
And we got that weight, we ain't got them mix

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