Lyrics:
She say she don't get enough
She don't get enough
She say she don't get enough
So she goin ask around now
Said I thought we was in love
She say she
The so-called Night-Stalker is blamed for 7 murders
And 6 to 8 murders and 25 to 30 attacks
He's blamed for 14 murders and 34 separate attacks
they see you on the streets (Nigga you know the deal)
hey yo these so-called gangsters, as so-called hard
I seen 'em rolling with a million man
look cloudy
And this Gucci belt keep my pants up
The further yo range
The more you get change
So I be serving in Atlanta
They say I'm sick like I'm
a sermon
Spittin' sick is a gift
I've been blessed by the lord
Been the illest since they snipped
My umbilical cord nigga
Yo, what the fuck is up man?
doo
Still amazed by the way you move
My friends think I'm a fool
Telling lies to yo friends too
My friends think I'm a fool
For falling in love with you
why
I pick music, I choose to choose it
Flow sick, at you I'm shooting
With the last hair from the lions beard
I've been where you can't even fear to be
why
I pick music, I choose to choose it
Flow sick, at you I'm shooting
With the last hair from the lions beard
I've been where you can't even fear to be
racks the ham was so sick
Everytime i used to cop a piece that bitch fasho hit
She text my phone everyday boy how thats yo bitch
She asking for some money
was like
"Yeah, aight, come on then, let's go"
Was mad, was so sick, I tell-
Yo, honey was so blazing she was just
What? Yo, she looked like Jayne
was like
"Yeah, aight, come on then, let's go"
Was mad, was so sick, I tell-
Yo, honey was so blazing she was just
What? Yo, she looked like Jayne
a golden globe
So sick like I'm polio
It all come with a price
I be working all night. It's apart of my life
Lemme give you advice. If you fuck yo don't do
Listening' to rachet
Music made by niggas with bachellors
Feeling some kind of way
Really it's a mask or
Masquerade, these labels are after slaves
No-no, no-no, still can't get none
You watch me ball, with all my dogs
Ya mad 'cause ya can't get none
When they bump my hits, it makes you sick
I DON’T KNOW YO BIRTHDAY
INTRO
Girl I don’t know your birthday
You can tell ne that I’m wrong
But I still don’t know your birthday
Even after this
blastin I'm blastin at you
These beat is so sick make me say achoo (Achoo)
I'm cookin it up like I'm makin some stew but I cannot get too sick I can't get
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
they can't see him walking through the darkness)
Yeah, see'mon ma, rock that sick, that's right yo, look at ? over there
See'mon, see'mon we breakin'
always like to bring up old shit?
Triggered by my phone, I stumbled onto old pics
Now I'm in the crib alone and smoking, playing "So Sick"
Like Ne-Yo
the spigady splits
Moving by myself i with the fellas the fellas
I know you speak my language you don’t need Rosetta Rosetta
So don’t be getting mad don’t be
in
Cuz we know that in the game I say
Anything I wanna say
So let’s just go out separate ways
Let’s stay in our lane
So the children don’t get infected
feel unsettled
So I'm packing up the heat
Spittin fire on instrumentals
But don't get it mistaken
I'm still cole as an icicle
I gotta go get it
Nigga
to stop , All Out, Bad Boy, come on
[Mase]
Yo, everyday I wake up, sick of the homeless
But other than that I'm a Bentley consumer
I get pain, yo' I
know yo head can get split
Can't fuck with these new niggas they do not live by a code
They like to crash over bitches
When I'm on these drugs can't help
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