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MILK MOB - SICK AF Lyrics



MILK MOB - SICK AF Lyrics




Wait
I'm 'bout to sneeze

Everyones looking at me
I'm still dark and empty
Nobody's talking to me
I am the god of all peace
I'll shoot you down with my piece
Got zero degrees
No one will ever love me
I am adorable please
Gimme the bank we do this for free
Somebody pour me a hot cuppa tea

Sneeze, sneeze
Achoo
I'm about to sneeze

I'm sick AF
Nah, not what you think
I got the flu
Bless you thank you
Runny nose in my Tesla
Flexing like a wrestler
Shooting like a sniper
On my sweater
I don't f*ck with Alexa
Hey Siri check the weather

Gonna bite me some Pixels (3a's)
Hit em with the missiles
Smokin all the weed
Lose em with the speed
Prick em with thistles
My boy so hot he sizzles
I'm rolling like a cripple
Playing with his nipples

Had the fan blowing on 3 last night
Had the f*cker pumping on my face
Not tight
Woke up in the morning with a sore throat
I should have dressed it in a big fluffy coat
Now I can't stand on my own two feet
Surprised I'm still rapping on this beat
Need to find myself a real comfy seat
Milk Mob busting down walls in these
We busting our balls in these hills
Gonna take more than one of these pills
Cause my tummy feeling pretty ill
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Wait
I'm 'bout to sneeze

Everyones looking at me
I'm still dark and empty
Nobody's talking to me
I am the god of all peace
I'll shoot you down with my piece
Got zero degrees
No one will ever love me
I am adorable please
Gimme the bank we do this for free
Somebody pour me a hot cuppa tea

Sneeze, sneeze
Achoo
I'm about to sneeze

I'm sick AF
Nah, not what you think
I got the flu
Bless you thank you
Runny nose in my Tesla
Flexing like a wrestler
Shooting like a sniper
On my sweater
I don't f*ck with Alexa
Hey Siri check the weather

Gonna bite me some Pixels (3a's)
Hit em with the missiles
Smokin all the weed
Lose em with the speed
Prick em with thistles
My boy so hot he sizzles
I'm rolling like a cripple
Playing with his nipples

Had the fan blowing on 3 last night
Had the f*cker pumping on my face
Not tight
Woke up in the morning with a sore throat
I should have dressed it in a big fluffy coat
Now I can't stand on my own two feet
Surprised I'm still rapping on this beat
Need to find myself a real comfy seat
Milk Mob busting down walls in these
We busting our balls in these hills
Gonna take more than one of these pills
Cause my tummy feeling pretty ill
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Writer: Lincoln Intharacks, Michael Piras, Tim Alexander
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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