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Trippie Redd - Sickening Lyrics



Trippie Redd - Sickening Lyrics
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Huh, I don't feel too well (too well)
Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (too well)
If the gang throw it up, we don't feel too well (feel too well)
Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (feel too well)
Momma hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well
I don't feel too well, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well

Pneumonia in my nails, I drip in Chanel
Underdog gon' give 'em hell
Beat the pussy 'til it's pale
F*ck her, make her yell
Countin' all this green, my kale
You got old bread, bitch, you stale
How you ridin' and you tell?
Everyone for themselves
Man, this world so cold
And my wrist so cold
Man I'm sick, I got a cold
Need a f*ckin' mink coat, yeah
Huh, pour me up a four like I got a strep throat

Huh, I don't feel too well (too well)
Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (too well)
If the gang throw it up, we don't feel too well (feel too well)
Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (feel too well)
Momma hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well
I don't feel too well, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well

Lil' Tory!
Off this shit and all it ain't no biggie
Ayy, best believe it bitch, this ain't no Ripley
My shooters shootin', ask him, is he dead?
We left that boy the color Trippie dreads
All my dawgs rich as hell, yeah
Flip them bitches in the mail, yeah
Flip them bitches off the scale, yeah
Made a mill' I'm screaming, "Hell yeah"
Bad lil' bitch, she Brazilian
Took her out to eat Italian
F*cked your bitch and she should tell ya
F*cked your bitch and she said, "Hell yeah"
F*cked your bitch and she said, "Hell yeah"
Took the bitch into a newer lane
Shitted on your jeweller, new manoeuvre
How I do maneuver in the new Mulsanne
Popping on your bitch, I'm doing thangs
Popping on your bitch, I'm doing thangs
Got the red diamond shining blue Range
I'ma pull up on him with his boo thang
Yeah, my ringer ringing, switching colors on 'em
Baby, but it's not a mood ring
I done kept this shit hotter than blue flame
And these sucka niggas made my mood change
Cop all them niggas, they under me
They down to shoot when it come to me
That's all I keep in my company
That's all I keep in my company

Huh, I don't feel too well (too well)
Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (too well)
If the gang throw it up, we don't feel too well (feel too well)
Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (feel too well)
Momma hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well
I don't feel too well, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well
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Huh, I don't feel too well (too well)
Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (too well)
If the gang throw it up, we don't feel too well (feel too well)
Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (feel too well)
Momma hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well
I don't feel too well, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well

Pneumonia in my nails, I drip in Chanel
Underdog gon' give 'em hell
Beat the pussy 'til it's pale
F*ck her, make her yell
Countin' all this green, my kale
You got old bread, bitch, you stale
How you ridin' and you tell?
Everyone for themselves
Man, this world so cold
And my wrist so cold
Man I'm sick, I got a cold
Need a f*ckin' mink coat, yeah
Huh, pour me up a four like I got a strep throat

Huh, I don't feel too well (too well)
Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (too well)
If the gang throw it up, we don't feel too well (feel too well)
Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (feel too well)
Momma hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well
I don't feel too well, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well

Lil' Tory!
Off this shit and all it ain't no biggie
Ayy, best believe it bitch, this ain't no Ripley
My shooters shootin', ask him, is he dead?
We left that boy the color Trippie dreads
All my dawgs rich as hell, yeah
Flip them bitches in the mail, yeah
Flip them bitches off the scale, yeah
Made a mill' I'm screaming, "Hell yeah"
Bad lil' bitch, she Brazilian
Took her out to eat Italian
F*cked your bitch and she should tell ya
F*cked your bitch and she said, "Hell yeah"
F*cked your bitch and she said, "Hell yeah"
Took the bitch into a newer lane
Shitted on your jeweller, new manoeuvre
How I do maneuver in the new Mulsanne
Popping on your bitch, I'm doing thangs
Popping on your bitch, I'm doing thangs
Got the red diamond shining blue Range
I'ma pull up on him with his boo thang
Yeah, my ringer ringing, switching colors on 'em
Baby, but it's not a mood ring
I done kept this shit hotter than blue flame
And these sucka niggas made my mood change
Cop all them niggas, they under me
They down to shoot when it come to me
That's all I keep in my company
That's all I keep in my company

Huh, I don't feel too well (too well)
Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (too well)
If the gang throw it up, we don't feel too well (feel too well)
Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (feel too well)
Momma hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well
I don't feel too well, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well
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Writer: Darrel L. Jackson, Daystar Peterson, Jonas Kaissouni, Michael Lamar II White, Mario Stefan Petersen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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