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Letra : Sick

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Y'all n***as ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
So I'm in the club with my stick (Aye)
Hell nah I ain't takin' no pics, these broke n***as make me sick (ooh, aah)
b*t*h my name Rob Vicious, hoe I know I ain't sh*t (gang gang gang)
29 b*t*hes all on my d**k, hope the b*t*h don't know I'm rich

Ooh, if the b*t*h pull up better blow my d**k
Got stacks on deck, b*t*h I'm on my sh*t
100 packs on deck, just stole this sh*t
Still shopping with the plug like I don't know sh*t
Why your b*t*h keep flexing like she don't suck d**k
The way that n***a started acting thinking he won't suck d**k
I don't even really really wanna f**k that b*t*h
But she f**kin' on the homie why you trust that b*t*h?
Damn, aye, y'all hoes ain't talkin' bout sh*t
If I walk up in the club with my stick y'all ain't walkin' out this b*t*h (Braaah)
I'ma let that b*t*h rip ain't no talkin' out this sh*t (aye)
And she grindin' on the 30 clip, know it feel just like my d**k
Ooh, when you suckin up on my d**k don't spit b*t*h swallow that sh*t
You a model ass b*t*h, hmm, I don't even follow that b*t*h
Hell nah, you at the bottom b*t*h, can't date you can be my bottom little b*t*h
Cannot snap you with the camera like a model lil' b*t*h
I'm Beatin' up the taco now she got a lil' split