letra de sicko - flako5
yeah i’m h-lla sicko all these n-ggas in my business
big body n-gga i ain’t talking la fitness
stomp a n-gga out yeah i’ll neva leave witness
f-cking all these ho ho ho like it’s christmas
get this first she was a nerd now she suck d-ck
f-ck this
never waste my time for a bum b-tch
suck this
im just tryna have a little fun b-tch
how much money ima give you after this nun b-tch
dumb b-tch
can’t even make a n-gga nut yet have his mouth to get
so we call that n-gga lump lip
bangers only n-gga
yeah we steal a couple checks
i got h-lla opps i ain’t even bum yеt
f-ck a ex f-ck the next i just wanna couplе checks
got the black forces so yk i’ll k!ll a couple next
ngl i am a lagger only sent a couple text
yea we screaming f-ck the pigs no we don’t f-ck with feds
oh no baby pull your jeans up
i just want the head make a n-gga do the dash
n-gga running like he flash
steading pressing on the gas ,going fast money crash
baby got a lotta ass beat her back make it clap
yee i keep a lot cash get it bac make it stack all
i wanna do is rap neva lack never cap
all these n-ggas down bad
they make me wanna f-cking laugh
n-gga think he cool before i tap him in his f-ckin cap
smokey yous a b-tch, you been talkin all that sh-t
but you never spin around you lil mark ass lil b-tch
little ass kid you think you boujee and sh-t
i think he feeling me stalkin thru my sh-t
pull up to my school you getting nervous and sh-t
thinking you so hard make wanna rock yo sh-t
lil ass n-gga you rlly is a f-cking juto
i will spin around and cut you in yo ojo
you used too be my homie but you turned into a opp
i think this foo think he cool he better stop
speakin on flako hes crazy vato
bring the machete i’ll k!ll you call me chapo
try some funny i’ll rlly get you popped
lots of n-ggas think they my homies but yall are not
yall are rlly my opps
man im rlly on the top im smokin that guap
im gettin that money call me pops
yee im super faded i think that i made it
when i see you around ill just say wassup hey b-tch
you got a big ass can i tap till i make you pay b-tch
i think i’ll still get money while im most hated
trippn bout some sh-t i think i can still make it
speed running too the top just like that n-gga jason
keep a glock in my pants if a n-gga wanna dance
gonna hit you in the top lil n-gga do yo dance
n-ggas think they cool n-ggas think they sh-t
i will pull up too your house and f-ck on your b-tch
i ain’t never ever lacking i always keep that stick
if a n-gga wanna talk i’ll hit you in yo sh-t
shout out too the dead homies they really watchin over
and shout out too my moms she said always keep that pole on me
ay, b-tches get too yappin when they hear the name
shoot a n-gga up bc he ain’t johhny dang
all i do is smoke blunts every f-cking day
why you speakin on my name u a f-ckin fake
i’ll shoot u in the head cuz u f-ckin g-y
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