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Definite - Sick Wit It (feat. Mitch Al) Lyrics



Definite - Sick Wit It (feat. Mitch Al) Lyrics
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Yeah
ML
I never thought this was possible
Guess who is responsible
Yeah I am my own music f*cking chronicle
Grab my own pot of gold
Hip hop philosophical
Get your popcorn ready
Cause this shit's about to blow
Upside down and all around
Yeah here we go
Never see it coming till it hits ya from the back ya dome
Pack ya bag fellas
It's time for y'all to go back home
It's Taylor Grude time
And it's time for me to take my throne
See me coming see me running
Hunting down ya stupid dummies
I'm on top my game
You cannot take nothing from me
Why ya laughing clown
I don't funny nothing really funny
IP Man ya ass and drop kick ya in the stomach
Could of rhymed with tummy
But it's just spur of the moment
Igniting on this mic
Make your head burst up into a coma
Scent of success can ya smell the aroma
Come at you like stomach flu
Now ya have my pneumonia
Get it get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it get it get it
Cause I'm sick wit it wit it wit it wit it
Get it get it cause I'm sick sick
Cause I'm sick wit it wit it
Cup of coffee in my left hand
Cigar in my right
Talkin deals worth mills
Can you offer my price
Awfully nice
Especially when deliverin' tracks
Were just on another level it's as simple as that
What's life without risking the biscuit
Boring as hell and for those that are pessimistic
Now I could bet seven hundred and win a couple of G's on parlays
Or I could lose it all in a day
Some say that's a terrible decision and not even realize that I'm a pharaoh with a vision
I'mma hit em like Achilles with an arrow in him
Displaying the skills that are givin out chills like heroin addiction
You can't see me like John Cena
In Ultra Violet
It might just poke your iris
Whenever you open your eyelids
Those who bet against me wanna result to violence
Cuz I'm showing them the sickness no coronavirus
Get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it get it get it
Cause I'm sick wit it wit it wit it wit it
Get it get it cause I'm sick sick
Cause I'm sick wit it wit it
Pupils are dilated
Root for the highest patron
And shoot for the higher matrix
Or we doomed for annihilation
Annihilation
Shit we need a higher vibration
No more time violated
I've been prime time lately
Get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it get it get it
Cause I'm sick wit it wit it wit it wit it
Get it get it cause I'm sick sick
Cause I'm sick wit it wit it
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Yeah
ML
I never thought this was possible
Guess who is responsible
Yeah I am my own music f*cking chronicle
Grab my own pot of gold
Hip hop philosophical
Get your popcorn ready
Cause this shit's about to blow
Upside down and all around
Yeah here we go
Never see it coming till it hits ya from the back ya dome
Pack ya bag fellas
It's time for y'all to go back home
It's Taylor Grude time
And it's time for me to take my throne
See me coming see me running
Hunting down ya stupid dummies
I'm on top my game
You cannot take nothing from me
Why ya laughing clown
I don't funny nothing really funny
IP Man ya ass and drop kick ya in the stomach
Could of rhymed with tummy
But it's just spur of the moment
Igniting on this mic
Make your head burst up into a coma
Scent of success can ya smell the aroma
Come at you like stomach flu
Now ya have my pneumonia
Get it get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it get it get it
Cause I'm sick wit it wit it wit it wit it
Get it get it cause I'm sick sick
Cause I'm sick wit it wit it
Cup of coffee in my left hand
Cigar in my right
Talkin deals worth mills
Can you offer my price
Awfully nice
Especially when deliverin' tracks
Were just on another level it's as simple as that
What's life without risking the biscuit
Boring as hell and for those that are pessimistic
Now I could bet seven hundred and win a couple of G's on parlays
Or I could lose it all in a day
Some say that's a terrible decision and not even realize that I'm a pharaoh with a vision
I'mma hit em like Achilles with an arrow in him
Displaying the skills that are givin out chills like heroin addiction
You can't see me like John Cena
In Ultra Violet
It might just poke your iris
Whenever you open your eyelids
Those who bet against me wanna result to violence
Cuz I'm showing them the sickness no coronavirus
Get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it get it get it
Cause I'm sick wit it wit it wit it wit it
Get it get it cause I'm sick sick
Cause I'm sick wit it wit it
Pupils are dilated
Root for the highest patron
And shoot for the higher matrix
Or we doomed for annihilation
Annihilation
Shit we need a higher vibration
No more time violated
I've been prime time lately
Get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Yeah cause I'm sick wit it
Get it get it get it get it
Cause I'm sick wit it wit it wit it wit it
Get it get it cause I'm sick sick
Cause I'm sick wit it wit it
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Writer: Mitch Allen, Taylor Grude
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Definite
Language: English
Length: 3:42
Written by: Mitch Allen, Taylor Grude

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