Kid Ink - Sick Em (ft. Cory Gunz & Gudda Gudda) | Текст песни

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• Sick Em (ft. Cory Gunz & Gudda Gudda)

Kid Ink
Ok wake up in the mornin
Break a swisher
Turn to a model like Eva Pigford
Hop up out the bed
In the gucci slippers
Tell MTV im a made nigga
With all this dirty money need a maid nigga
If you think your a beast my cage bigger
True I see food sick has checked out the ICU
If you look into my eyes red like T2
Im about to shut it down tell them niggas reboot
Baby I could spend it all it ain't shit to recoupe
In the building throwin money off the roof like juice
Everydays christmas you feel the presents
I get right inside the building like its september 11th
Raise a glass for the fallen hope they get the message
Ill said sick em I told him get a medic...

Hook
I took a look inside the mirror,mirror on the wall
This is what it saw, im the sickest of em all
Im the sickest of em all, you ain't sick at all
Bout to turn into a beast
Go sick em dog
Ima get em all
I said I be gettin off
Bout to turn into a beast
Go sick em dog...

Yeah
I am at all the sickest one
I live this rap shit like this gat shit
In the world you know the gun
By highschool I was so gone so drawn by the battle
I would get a pass
Spit a punch little line
Let a little lunch fly get to class
Now theres no more of that
Just me how I shoulda done right
Ink said Hell no Gunz
What why?What I ain't tatted enough to be on Alumni
Catch the same body
With the same shotty
The same side of me
Tears tatted under the same eye
I go hard like im playing for the game
I know yall niggas want to get in but you can't try
Cause they got so many rich niggas in this Militia
I could talk about a killer like I can't die
K I
If they know peep till im peep up
Bling
But even with my upkeep
They couldn't keep up
To think.. all that talking ain't dig a sinken ship
Niggas leaking militia more than a sink ll drip
But I dont think of shit
Im learning at this war
Some times you gotta leave the bag burning at the door
Cause now the joke is on you niggas trya kick the fire
Cause now its cash money and they all as sick as I am..

Hook

Gudda Gudda
Money talks nigga so what the fuck you sayin
Put up or shut up if you ain't paying you ain't playing
10 toes down im on my feet 7 thou a show 7 shows in a week
I ain't stupid rich but im hella comfy
Gettin money 100 thousand in the louie duffy
Together we live divided we die
Young money fly team boy we live in the sky
My daddy said before he died look a man in his eye
Read em like a book you can tell the truth from a lie
Promised my mamma shell be ridin in the coupe before I die
And my flow gon get us everything we wanted no lie
Fuck it im iching for the limelight yeh
And they say gudda you should wait until the times right
And im like nah nigga I won't it now won't it now im not waiting
Cause the flow blazing and im hot like satan so.....

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