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Elias - Sick With It Lyrics



Elias - Sick With It Lyrics




Got no dough, but I'm rolling up that paper
Don't mind if I do, no I don't need no chaser
I gotta go on in a minute, who else you know do shit like me?
I'm so sick with it I'm sickening
Ooh I think they like me, they really like me they love me
Let it go all to my head let me get carried away I'm buggin
I got time, I got time, I got time
You don't know what it's like to live this life of mine
I'm sick on the beat, can't touch us
Got that shit that make you nervous
On god, we gon' be abroad
On a world tour, smoking blunts on a brand new tour bus
Delivery is key to a new reality
On my momma we not gon' be working for free forever I guarantee
What about if I take it slow?
Thick bitch turn down my tempo
Got my foot on your neck, gun to your temple this shit plain and simple
Expensive lil bitch, I'm a brand
I'm a company, I'm an investment
Get your act right cause I'd hate if this shit came and went and you missed it
Rock the boat, don't knock the boat
Till you try that shit you tryna float
I'm wavey, I make you nauseous baby be cautious
Please don't overdose, on the beat one time this shits addicting
Come give me that pipe no Whitney
I don't need no alibi, I know what I'm going I'm grown ion need no witness
Putting in the work no fitness
Making money minding my business
Tryna make a bag, where the money at?
Finna buy my boys benzes on Christmas
I'm Aquarius so care free and hilarious
And if you let me show you i can cover all your areas
My baby a cancer what's your plan sure
Let me know so I can give you a proper answer
I can be your own private dancer, hands up
Baby I do this shit light work
Put it down make sure that hurt
Taking off in an all pink hearse
Ooh boy I carry this shit, my back hurts
Put some respect on my name, hey
I'm your ticket to the fame, hey
You not cut out for the game I'm
Not the one you should be blaming
You're just lame, in layman's terms a buster
Keeping that shit the same, accustom
Say what you want about me I'm workin
I'm tryna life my life abundant
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English

Got no dough, but I'm rolling up that paper
Don't mind if I do, no I don't need no chaser
I gotta go on in a minute, who else you know do shit like me?
I'm so sick with it I'm sickening
Ooh I think they like me, they really like me they love me
Let it go all to my head let me get carried away I'm buggin
I got time, I got time, I got time
You don't know what it's like to live this life of mine
I'm sick on the beat, can't touch us
Got that shit that make you nervous
On god, we gon' be abroad
On a world tour, smoking blunts on a brand new tour bus
Delivery is key to a new reality
On my momma we not gon' be working for free forever I guarantee
What about if I take it slow?
Thick bitch turn down my tempo
Got my foot on your neck, gun to your temple this shit plain and simple
Expensive lil bitch, I'm a brand
I'm a company, I'm an investment
Get your act right cause I'd hate if this shit came and went and you missed it
Rock the boat, don't knock the boat
Till you try that shit you tryna float
I'm wavey, I make you nauseous baby be cautious
Please don't overdose, on the beat one time this shits addicting
Come give me that pipe no Whitney
I don't need no alibi, I know what I'm going I'm grown ion need no witness
Putting in the work no fitness
Making money minding my business
Tryna make a bag, where the money at?
Finna buy my boys benzes on Christmas
I'm Aquarius so care free and hilarious
And if you let me show you i can cover all your areas
My baby a cancer what's your plan sure
Let me know so I can give you a proper answer
I can be your own private dancer, hands up
Baby I do this shit light work
Put it down make sure that hurt
Taking off in an all pink hearse
Ooh boy I carry this shit, my back hurts
Put some respect on my name, hey
I'm your ticket to the fame, hey
You not cut out for the game I'm
Not the one you should be blaming
You're just lame, in layman's terms a buster
Keeping that shit the same, accustom
Say what you want about me I'm workin
I'm tryna life my life abundant
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Writer: Elias Wiley
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Performed By: Elias
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Elias Wiley

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