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SICK! Video (MV)




Performed By: ngame
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Noah Youmans




ngame - SICK! Lyrics
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Yea
Uh
Shit
Stop
Stop giving me the lip
I'm trying to bring the synths out
Stop crying I'm a lift out
How you work six hours sourly
The salary my project
Get a little taste of power I'm a prophet
God god I love being honest
Bottom of the hole you gonna turn it to a swap meet
Bottom of the inning and I'm rolling up the broccoli
My eyes on the rings of Saturn and that shit still swamp me
Uh
And I can't feel my face
Set off alarms but I don't leave a trace now
I feel too great I said this pit get bottomless
One snake and let the kid get honor-less
Spit on bottoms I'm collecting rings promptly
Stand still but my legs still whomp
Bwomp bwomp
Got you bitches steady running from the cops
Dropping balls shorty got me breaking locks
My phone be breaking up
I'm home and making love
Poles full of trust said my lord let her butt hurt
Always got a mean mug
Why the f*ck you still grinning
Toys for the kids
You be rapping like Grimace
Did a lap hit the breaks like sedatives
You not a rapper just because you caught a felony
I ain't even eat yet this breakfast
I ain't even see stress excedrin
I'm stretching through infinity
I never catch the time
I carve valleys like her legs stretched wide
It's not a game I'm a headset guy
Baby please don't let me lie
Let me lie
Don't let me lie
Baby please don't let me lie
And you didn't even try
I'm a set the world on fire
I'm a set the world on fire
I'm a set the world on fire
And you didn't even try
Yea
Please don't lie
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Yea
Uh
Shit
Stop
Stop giving me the lip
I'm trying to bring the synths out
Stop crying I'm a lift out
How you work six hours sourly
The salary my project
Get a little taste of power I'm a prophet
God god I love being honest
Bottom of the hole you gonna turn it to a swap meet
Bottom of the inning and I'm rolling up the broccoli
My eyes on the rings of Saturn and that shit still swamp me
Uh
And I can't feel my face
Set off alarms but I don't leave a trace now
I feel too great I said this pit get bottomless
One snake and let the kid get honor-less
Spit on bottoms I'm collecting rings promptly
Stand still but my legs still whomp
Bwomp bwomp
Got you bitches steady running from the cops
Dropping balls shorty got me breaking locks
My phone be breaking up
I'm home and making love
Poles full of trust said my lord let her butt hurt
Always got a mean mug
Why the f*ck you still grinning
Toys for the kids
You be rapping like Grimace
Did a lap hit the breaks like sedatives
You not a rapper just because you caught a felony
I ain't even eat yet this breakfast
I ain't even see stress excedrin
I'm stretching through infinity
I never catch the time
I carve valleys like her legs stretched wide
It's not a game I'm a headset guy
Baby please don't let me lie
Let me lie
Don't let me lie
Baby please don't let me lie
And you didn't even try
I'm a set the world on fire
I'm a set the world on fire
I'm a set the world on fire
And you didn't even try
Yea
Please don't lie
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Writer: Noah Youmans
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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