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sicko mobb - remy rick routine lyrics

[intro: lil trav]
sicko mob
sicko mob
lil trav and ceno

[hook: lil trav]
i got the fame, now b-tch’s calling me
like “lil trav, i love you baby
money maker foreign thang”
this our remy rick routine
screaming free country taybe
and all the sicko mobb with me’s
and i’mma turn up on this beat
get back make some room for sicko team
money over everything, money over everybody
get those diamonds on p-ssies
ridin goldin widd my team
i got the fame, now b-tch’s calling me
like “lil trav, i love you baby
money maker foreign thang”

[verse 1: lil trav]
pop a range and there’s no new me and did the sh-t we sicko team
off the remy like big rick without the boss it ain’t the same
i did that range ceno we on get patron and standing strong
i made it far i’m on my own speak the truth up on this song
drift the coup why she give me dome w-lly wonka candy paint
on a maserati i’m gone faint filled with kush she probably stank
money hop in new mike’s piranha swimmin’ in my tank
swob soldier so i crank v.i.p. to the
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you’s my n-gga get a lay, bad -ss b-tch with a good -ss brain
go on tour feel like a king and it’s our remy rick routine
yeah it’s our remy rick routine, float on water robin jeans
bobbin’ b-tch straight from the sink and i ain’t talking bout mr. clean
i’m feeling woozy off the lean slow motion i’m outta sp-ce
broke -ss n-gga i gotta chase the money and get other things
i know yhu dont ???? i’m super saiyan

[verse 2: lil ceno]
sicko mobby in this squady and lil ceno try n0body
i’m the man i be turn’t up up in a party off of molly
screaming f-ck a thottie body hottie’s and they give me sloppy toppy
drifting in my rari rari f-ckin’ cubans call me papi
b-tch i’m on some other sh-t, you know lil trav be with the sh-t
can’t take us we be over flee in robin jeans and foreign whips
man they made it out the hood see frenemies they say what’s good?
a mego’s living large, got two houses four garages now
man i’m thinking bout my pops and n-gga’s did him latem opps
and when i catch em k!ll ’em dead ain’t leavin’ tell i say so
and no worries is what wayne said, got plenty bands without the feds
i’m chasin’ dreams, i paper chase, i took ’em foreign whips
i’m ceno b-tch i got them bands, no enemies and no new friend
bugattis came from over sea, lil trav and ceno climin’ trees
ya ya ya i’m bout to flex, two hoes and me a triple threat
can’t take me floatin’ in my jet, foreign hoes and ceno keep ’em wet

- sicko mobb lyrics

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