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rob vicious, yung henny - sick lyrics

[intro]
aye, aye, aye, aye
y’all n+ggas ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh+t
so i’m in the club with my stick (aye)
h+ll nah i ain’t takin’ no pics, these broke n+ggas make me sick (ooh, aah)
b+tch my name rob vicious, hoe i know i ain’t sh+t (gang gang gang)
29 b+tches all on my d+ck, hope the b+tch don’t know i’m rich

[verse 1]
ooh, if the b+tch pull up better blow my d+ck
got stacks on deck, b+tch 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+tch keep flexing like she don’t suck d+ck
the way that n+gga started acting thinking he won’t suck d+ck
i don’t even really really wanna f+ck that b+tch
but she f+ckin’ on the homie why you trust that b+tch?
d+mn, 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+tch (braaah)
i’ma let that b+tch rip ain’t no talkin’ out this sh+t (aye)
and she grindin’ on the 30 clip, know it feel just like my d+ck
ooh, when you suckin up on my d+ck don’t spit b+tch swallow that sh+t
you a model ass b+tch, hmm, i don’t even follow that b+tch
h+ll nah, you at the bottom b+tch, can’t date you can be my bottom little b+tch
cannot snap you with the camera like a model lil’ b+tch
i’m beatin’ up the taco now she got a lil’ split
[verse 2]
hoe you a lie, you a god d+mn god d+mn lie, saying robbie got a lil ass d+ck
dumb b+tch you must want them dots, tryna give me this little ass chip
shawty send me pictures of her lil’ ass nails
i’m a grown ass man what i do with this sh+t
got a glock look like it hold 2 of them clips
hit your block man lookin’ like some braille
brand new n+gga, need a brand new l!ck (oooh)
i just bought a brand new whip
aye i macked a brand new b+tch
i’ma have to ban you b+tch
i can’t stand you b+tch
my homie just ran through you b+tch
i’m rob vicious not boo you b+tch
mane i might have to shoot this b+tch
shawty ain’t f+ckin’ i boonked this b+tch
grab all your clothes, it’s time to go
off 29 grams, i’m booted b+tch
with all my bros let’s caught some hoes
29 hitters and they all on go
how he hit that flow, n+gga i don’t know
in a school of hard knocks had the honor roll
got so much guap my knot don’t fold
20 b+tches pray to god that my pops not home
still servin’ fake lean i got wock at home
i’m a paranoid n+gga tote the glock at home
and your parents still smoke it till’ the whole rock gone
daddy told me keep servin’ till the whole rock gone
if the police ain’t workin’ then i won’t walk home
[?] told me don’t stop whippin’ ’till the whole pot glowin’
all eyes on me feel like 2pac homes
aye, starting to think you n+ggas really g+y
aye, got a 9 milimeter 45 .450 and a k just to ruin your day
aye, in 25 days, i done caught 120 plays
120 graves, n+gga probably thinkin’ i got a 100 mini k’s
aye, 100 million ways, get rich b+tch but you just play
aye, b+tch what did you just say, i’ll slap the skin off yo’ motherf+ckin’ face
that stick put it into your motherf+cking day
go swish when i cop that b+tch in your face
that b+tch talk sh+t that b+tch gets mased
don’t f+ck today, get blocked erased
b+tch you like a waste of sp+ce
she catchin’ dates for acetheface
and i pray to god they dont investigate
and we catchin’ those dates we chop them rakes
you a f+ck n+gga you really need to pump them brakes
if i spray then that b+tch gone touch them gates
i’m a h+lla wavy n+gga like f+ck them lakes
if i hit up police then i’ma tuck my drank
[outro]
aye, y’all n+ggas ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh+t
so i’m in the club with my stick (aye)
h+ll nah i ain’t takin’ no pics, these broke n+ggas make me sick (ooh, aah)
hoe i know i ain’t sh+t, b+tch my name rob vicious (aye)
this is not my b+tch, she just suck my d+ck

- rob vicious yung henny lyrics

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