Juicy J – I’m Sicka Şarkı Sözü
[Hook:]
I’m sick of these lying a*s niggas, crying a*s niggas
Saying you the plug, ain’t nobody buying nigga
I’m sick of these fake a*s niggas, hating a*s niggas
Claiming you a goon, you a shaky a*s nigga
P*ssy buying a*s nigga, lying a*s nigga
You marry the ho, and you the side nigga
I’m sick of these broke a*s niggas, joke a*s niggas
Lemme hold something, shut up you po’ nigga

[Verse 1:]
I’m sick of these so called hustlas
Claiming they chasing commas
Showing all yo whips on vine
But you still shacking up with yo momma
Run yo mouth when you up with yo partners
P*ssy nigga never been the shotta
When I hit you with the semi, you gon’ think
that he was coming through the twitter how they screaming who shot ya
Plenty loot
Car full of goons, serving bullet wounds
My young nigga shoot
Rob yo main bitch for them Jimmy Choos
Who ya tryna fool
Chill with the act, my nigga be you
Strapped in yo Instagram pics but that don’t mean sh*t, what’s a gun if it ain’t being used
Lurking on these streets, in these traps
Niggas better be strapped
Niggas out here plotting on ya, be prepared to dump back
Whoop a nigga, gotta murk em payback it’s closed curtains
Yeen bout that life, my nigga hollow points’ll have your soul searching

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
All this cash, ain’t counterfeit
But some of you niggas act counterfeit
Nigga you ain’t never put in work, and quit lying ya ain’t never seen pounds of it
Tired of the bullsh*t talking
Knowing it isn’t really but you claiming that ya balling
Tried to take mine, choppa get it straight like orthodontists
I check these niggas like direct deposits
You ain’t know that’s how it is out here
Blood sweats and tears out here
You don’t know how it feels out here
P*ssy nigga you can get killed out here
My nigga that’s how it goes
We so cut throat for the dope
Moving work in the hood, but ya never know
Caught a nigga with the salt, thought that sh*t was blow
Niggas kept ending the discussion, don’t wanna talk
Hit em with the choppa, make em do somersault
Hit em with the sack, and nah ain’t no running off
Everyday that bullet touching is coming off
APB, they be looking for them all mothaf*cking day
Homicide unit, said must be foul, mothaf*cking play