chippass - sick wid it lyrics
[intro]
yeah
yang gang to the death, n+gga
born in the ent
sick wid the yang gang, hoe
look, look
[chorus]
.40 in my pocket fitting well
f+ck dying boy, i’d rather go to jail (boy, i’d rather go to jail!)
we ain’t snitchin’ n+gga, send me to that cell
with some shooters like seth, steph, and dell (brrrr, pow! yeah)
if i don’t got in on me, i swear to god imma use that batman christian bale (really, really!)
yeah, don’t forget it p+ssy boy, we been wid it, i’m sick wid it (chippass!)
n+gga, pass the ginger ale (whaaat?!)
[verse]
money in my pocket i’m feeling great i’m like gas (chippass!)
you a f+ckboy, call him raz+b (call him raz+b!)
listen, you n+ggas suckas if you ask me (if you ask me!)
if you was a quarterback, you couldn’t pass me (whaaat?!)
yеah, i’m sick wid it, f+ck the medicine (chippass!)
i’m starting sh+t, invеnting sh+t: thomas edison (yeah!)
king lebron james with (?) call me (?) (pow!)
b+tch i’m from east oakland (really!)
a’s on my elephant (chippass!)
i don’t f+ck with y’all, it’s like i’m celibate (really!)
my whole family sold dope, we into selling sh+t (really!)
you n+ggas talk to much, you on that telling sh+t (you on that telling sh+t!)
you ain’t gonna touch n0body, you a skeleton (w+w+whaaat?!)
yeah
i get it popping for the mob n+ggas (for the mob n+ggas!)
if you ain’t reputable, you can’t mob with us (you can’t mob with us!)
i’m born in this sh+t, sick wid it yang (really!)
i’m a certified n+gga, imma do my thang (look!)
[chorus]
.40 in my pocket fitting well
f+ck dying boy, i’d rather go to jail (boy, i’d rather go to jail!)
we ain’t snitchin’ n+gga, send me to that cell
with some shooters like seth, steph, and dell (brrrr, pow! yeah)
if i don’t got in on me, i swear to god imma use that batman christian bale (really, really!)
yeah, don’t forget it p+ssy boy, we been wid it, i’m sick wid it (chippass!)
n+gga, pass the ginger ale (whaaat?!)
[verse]
fit fresh, b+tch i’m wetter than the ocean george clooney (chippass!)
talking real life, this ain’t a movie (whaaat?!)
lil wayne bling bling yelling, “lights out” (yeah!)
chilling with the gang on yang island in this nice house
yeah, i’m sick wid it, f+ck a check+up
i’m torching sh+t, leave a n+gga fried, where the ketchup? (whaaat?!)
north face, chain out with a black tee
13s black and blue aj and master p
i’m from the struggle i’m a bubble though (bubble though!)
you (?) i got a hustle flow (really!)
you n+ggas stunting but you broke, whatchu hustle for? (hustle for!)
you don’t like being yourself, you uncomfortable (whaaat?!)
yeah, i get it popping for the mob n+ggas (for the mob n+ggas!)
when i get in that position imma lob n+ggas (really!)
i’m born in this sh+t, sick wid it yang (gang!)
i’m a certified n+gga, imma do my thang (look!)
[chorus]
.40 in my pocket fitting well
f+ck dying boy, i’d rather go to jail (boy, i’d rather go to jail!)
we ain’t snitchin’ n+gga, send me to that cell
with some shooters like seth, steph, and dell (brrrr, pow! yeah)
if i don’t got in on me, i swear to god imma use that batman christian bale (really, really!)
yeah, don’t forget it p+ssy boy, we been wid it, i’m sick wid it (chippass!)
n+gga, pass the ginger ale (whaaat?!)
[outro]
b+tch
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