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Sickening (feat. Tory Lanez)
Trippie Redd
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Hahahaha Huh, I don't feel too well (Too well) Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (Too well) The gang throwin' 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) Mama hit my phone, say she worried 'bout My health (Worried 'bout my), yeah I don't feel too well (Feel too well), I don't feel too well (Feel too well) I don't feel too well (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 b***h 'til it's pale **** her, make her yell, countin' all this green, my kale You got old, yeah, b***h 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 ****in' mink coat (Coat), yeah 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) The gang throwin' 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) Mama hit my phone, say she worried 'bout My health (Worried 'bout my), yeah I don't feel too well (Feel too well), I don't feel too well (Feel too well) I don't feel too well (Feel too well), yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well Lil Tory! All this shit and all it ain't no biggie Ayy, best believe it, b***h, 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 b*****s in the mail, yeah Flip them b*****s off the scale, yeah Made a mil' and screaming, "Hell yeah" Bad lil' b***h and she Brazilian Took her out to eat Italian ****ed your b***h and she should tell ya ****ed your b***h and she said, "Hell yeah" ****ed your b***h and she said, "Hell yeah" Took the b***h into a newer lane Shitted on your jeweler, new manure How I do maneuver in the new Mulsanne Popping on your b***h, I'm doing things Popping on your b***h, I'm doing things 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 Cops, 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) The gang throwin' 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) Mama hit my phone, say she worried 'bout My health (Worried 'bout my), yeah I don't feel too well (Feel too well), I don't feel too well (Feel too well) I don't feel too well (Feel too well), yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well
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