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Sick Video (MV)




Performed By: King Kab
Language: English
Length: 3:28
Written by: Quintin Chicoye




King Kab - Sick Lyrics
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Sick sick sick sick sick
She was agreeing that you a lil nigga
Call a couple Zoes they told they'll kill for me
Riding proper with the Prada and Chanel
I got options I could sell
If its getting real for me
Shit could get
Frightening
Like lightening
Exiting
Shit could get
Sick
Sick
Sick
Ridin with a 1 up
Niggas taking lives but they never finna run up
Imma take his wife if he married pick his son up
Thought I saw a copper told my patna put the blunt up
Ridin till the sun up
Glock with the banan
Pop if he walk like he finna have a problem
Watch got the rocks
Fell em stop fore I open up shop
Said she stay in Coral Springs
Told her bitch you's a bop
You ain't talkin bout shit
Saw me outside and you flinched cuz ya grits
Looking at my wrist you could fish cuz it glitz
Like water ion ever take offense to a diss
Slick fye
Slick fye
Slick
Slick yeah
VVS shining like the mf fair
I done had the baddest bitches playin with my hair
Telling me my zodiac and asking me my biggest fears
Tell me what the night bring
Hit the plug up tell that nigga what I might need
Then he tell me what the price be
Take a 100 dollars and I flip it till it's 5 G's
Hit em with the light beam
Make his whole life seen
Get em right
Ill advised then he on a white tee
Eyes need the vizine
Cuz I'm doing high things
Smokin diarrhea
With a mamacita
Out in Hialeah
All my niggas green
My cousin in the can
He was raised By the beans
Can't f*ck with you peons
My niggas on that grimace
He say he got a coup and he just pulled up in a fiat
What the f*ck is he on
Don't pass shit
Blunt thicker than my last bitch
Lick it like i licked her whenever she on some mad shit
And she always on some mad shit
She was agreeing that you a lil nigga
Call a couple Zoes they told they'll kill for me
Riding proper with the Prada and Chanel
I got options I could sell
If its getting real for me
Shit could get
Frightening
Like lightening
Exiting
Shit could get
Sick
Sick
Sick
I caught you slipping you better not say shit
I got a attick but came out basement
I just hit yo ol girl up on some bae shit
Yo momma trippan she sent her location
City girl summer so she doin what she gotta do
Keep my circle smaller than a f*ckin hair follicle
Niggas think they smart but that's something that they gotta prove
Bitch yous a nat how the f*ck can I be bugging you
Riddin in a buggaboo
This ain't what you wanna do
Always shootin forward for the niggas askin what it do
Don't know what you walk into
Suckin on my cockatoo
Birds of a feather and i think i hit a flock or two
My ice would cream a nigga no vanilla
I'm the type of nigga take my skill to make some skrilla
I been Trilla way before these bitches started making trillers
Yes my neck is gleaming but this shit here isn't glitter nigga
Woah they bitter nigga
Woah ill spin a nigga
Woah 8 figure nigga tell your to get it nigga
I see ya heated cuz a nigga all up in her pictures
Yea that was me yea my bad yea I was wit her nigga
I am never worried bout none of you
Trust me i might need some custody cuz I'm soning you
You could tell ya momma everything i had to you
Make sure you let her know i disciplined every one of you
Wack ass niggas
She was agreeing that you a lil nigga
Call a couple Zoes they told they'll kill for me
Riding proper with the Prada and Chanel
I got options I could sell
If its getting real for me
Shit could get
Frightening
Like lightening
Exiting
Shit could get
Sick
Sick
Sick
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English

Sick sick sick sick sick
She was agreeing that you a lil nigga
Call a couple Zoes they told they'll kill for me
Riding proper with the Prada and Chanel
I got options I could sell
If its getting real for me
Shit could get
Frightening
Like lightening
Exiting
Shit could get
Sick
Sick
Sick
Ridin with a 1 up
Niggas taking lives but they never finna run up
Imma take his wife if he married pick his son up
Thought I saw a copper told my patna put the blunt up
Ridin till the sun up
Glock with the banan
Pop if he walk like he finna have a problem
Watch got the rocks
Fell em stop fore I open up shop
Said she stay in Coral Springs
Told her bitch you's a bop
You ain't talkin bout shit
Saw me outside and you flinched cuz ya grits
Looking at my wrist you could fish cuz it glitz
Like water ion ever take offense to a diss
Slick fye
Slick fye
Slick
Slick yeah
VVS shining like the mf fair
I done had the baddest bitches playin with my hair
Telling me my zodiac and asking me my biggest fears
Tell me what the night bring
Hit the plug up tell that nigga what I might need
Then he tell me what the price be
Take a 100 dollars and I flip it till it's 5 G's
Hit em with the light beam
Make his whole life seen
Get em right
Ill advised then he on a white tee
Eyes need the vizine
Cuz I'm doing high things
Smokin diarrhea
With a mamacita
Out in Hialeah
All my niggas green
My cousin in the can
He was raised By the beans
Can't f*ck with you peons
My niggas on that grimace
He say he got a coup and he just pulled up in a fiat
What the f*ck is he on
Don't pass shit
Blunt thicker than my last bitch
Lick it like i licked her whenever she on some mad shit
And she always on some mad shit
She was agreeing that you a lil nigga
Call a couple Zoes they told they'll kill for me
Riding proper with the Prada and Chanel
I got options I could sell
If its getting real for me
Shit could get
Frightening
Like lightening
Exiting
Shit could get
Sick
Sick
Sick
I caught you slipping you better not say shit
I got a attick but came out basement
I just hit yo ol girl up on some bae shit
Yo momma trippan she sent her location
City girl summer so she doin what she gotta do
Keep my circle smaller than a f*ckin hair follicle
Niggas think they smart but that's something that they gotta prove
Bitch yous a nat how the f*ck can I be bugging you
Riddin in a buggaboo
This ain't what you wanna do
Always shootin forward for the niggas askin what it do
Don't know what you walk into
Suckin on my cockatoo
Birds of a feather and i think i hit a flock or two
My ice would cream a nigga no vanilla
I'm the type of nigga take my skill to make some skrilla
I been Trilla way before these bitches started making trillers
Yes my neck is gleaming but this shit here isn't glitter nigga
Woah they bitter nigga
Woah ill spin a nigga
Woah 8 figure nigga tell your to get it nigga
I see ya heated cuz a nigga all up in her pictures
Yea that was me yea my bad yea I was wit her nigga
I am never worried bout none of you
Trust me i might need some custody cuz I'm soning you
You could tell ya momma everything i had to you
Make sure you let her know i disciplined every one of you
Wack ass niggas
She was agreeing that you a lil nigga
Call a couple Zoes they told they'll kill for me
Riding proper with the Prada and Chanel
I got options I could sell
If its getting real for me
Shit could get
Frightening
Like lightening
Exiting
Shit could get
Sick
Sick
Sick
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Writer: Quintin Chicoye
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