letra de sick - trizz
[verse 1]
yeah, oh sh-t man it feel like i’m sick
dead to the brain, break bread is the game
they know the name, they gon’ scream at the clique
peep where we at, they done seen n-ggas trip
windows tinted, and some b-tches in the whip
we all lit, everybody in this b-tch showin’ it
hoppin’ out the whip with a stick
in my defense, i do whatever for my chick, where my sh-t
i ain’t waiting, i’ma need it quick
in all cash i’ma need my [?]
hit a l!ck, just give me what i want, and [?]
ain’t no rent, cause i paid for my sh-t, we legit
tell it how it is, it make sense
made dollars, n-ggas yet to make cents
it’s h-lla smoke, they gon’ need to make vents
for we air yo -ss out and commence to make hits
[chorus]
we ain’t hidin’ n-ggas know where we at
and we ain’t trippin’ ’cause we know where we at
finna try, out here n-ggas on the map
in all black smokin’ weed in the pad
we ain’t hidin’ n-ggas know where we at
and we ain’t trippin’ ’cause we know where we at
finna try, out here n-ggas on the map
in all black smokin’ weed in the pad
[verse 2]
oh sh-t man it feel like i’m sick
people always have to tell me when they take me to a party, don’t trip
never know if [?] up leave a n-gga with his dome split
[?] that they put me in, i was on set
[?], fall deep, on the slow creep in the whip
schwarzenegger like to run a man with a rubber band on my clip
my everyday surrounded by [?] and riffs
yo everyday on the xbox with capri sun and chips
we lit, h-lla weed, but the kush is sweet on my lip
tryna get it by the pound, at least buy a couple of vents
bail up to the function, i think he suckin’ off the fit
[?] homies, slappin’ [?] dj quick
don’t trip, [?] my sh-t
when its time to ride, when somebody die, that’s who i’m rollin’ with
[?] window when i hit
i ain’t playing games, homie gon’ pray, when i see the n-gga that’s it
f-ck [?]
[chorus]
we ain’t hidin’ n-ggas know where we at
and we ain’t trippin’ ’cause we know where we at
finna try, out here n-ggas on the map
in all black smokin’ weed in the pad
we ain’t hidin’ n-ggas know where we at
and we ain’t trippin’ ’cause we know where we at
finna try, out here n-ggas on the map
in all black smokin’ weed in the pad
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