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Crescent - feelin sick Lyrics



Crescent - feelin sick Lyrics




Yeah, shit, double G's all on my body, got me feelin' sick
Yeah, this paper keep on stackin', I'ma eat it like some grits
If this bitch keep f*ckin' lyin', it's gon' make me throw a fit
Yeah, yeah, some niggas creepin

Why the f*ck you hidin' around, you keep on fiendin
I've been rollin' around, ridin' around with demons
My niggas wanna shop, then we goin' straight to Neiman's
Like, why the f*ck you keep on talkin', I don't need you

She just said she hate me, but I know her feelings see-through
Nigga, you ain't on shit, yeah, you know that you some free food
Nigga mad cause I f*cked on his bitch, but she a freak, dude
I been goin' berserk, not talkin' bout Guts, nigga

Why the f*ck you keep on talkin', you know you ran out of luck, nigga
I don't f*ck with some of these niggas, yeah, I'm feelin' like the klutz, nigga
When I'm f*cking in your bitch, I put my thumb up in her butt, nigga

Out there, out there, Can't even feel
I know shit getting real, lets be real
I pull up with two toolies, I'm fly you know I'm killing
All my niggas got that car and I'm in the middle, yeah
Uh, I got a bag, okay, you need top, no

I don't even know what to say, if a nigga got it
If a nigga's talkin', all my niggas droppin
Money that ain't nothin', uh
Uh, where your bag at, huh

Where the money get it, where is the rest of that, huh
All my niggas comin' with them things on em
Get a chopper on his head, get on my, uh
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Yeah, shit, double G's all on my body, got me feelin' sick
Yeah, this paper keep on stackin', I'ma eat it like some grits
If this bitch keep f*ckin' lyin', it's gon' make me throw a fit
Yeah, yeah, some niggas creepin

Why the f*ck you hidin' around, you keep on fiendin
I've been rollin' around, ridin' around with demons
My niggas wanna shop, then we goin' straight to Neiman's
Like, why the f*ck you keep on talkin', I don't need you

She just said she hate me, but I know her feelings see-through
Nigga, you ain't on shit, yeah, you know that you some free food
Nigga mad cause I f*cked on his bitch, but she a freak, dude
I been goin' berserk, not talkin' bout Guts, nigga

Why the f*ck you keep on talkin', you know you ran out of luck, nigga
I don't f*ck with some of these niggas, yeah, I'm feelin' like the klutz, nigga
When I'm f*cking in your bitch, I put my thumb up in her butt, nigga

Out there, out there, Can't even feel
I know shit getting real, lets be real
I pull up with two toolies, I'm fly you know I'm killing
All my niggas got that car and I'm in the middle, yeah
Uh, I got a bag, okay, you need top, no

I don't even know what to say, if a nigga got it
If a nigga's talkin', all my niggas droppin
Money that ain't nothin', uh
Uh, where your bag at, huh

Where the money get it, where is the rest of that, huh
All my niggas comin' with them things on em
Get a chopper on his head, get on my, uh
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Writer: kamar nesbit, kierre taylor
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Performed By: Crescent
Language: English
Length: 1:45
Written by: kamar nesbit, kierre taylor

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